Meaning/ Analysis/ Metaphor of Emily Dickinson's "Childish Griefs" Poem? Kindly Explain.?
By Emily Dickinson
Softened by Time's consummate plush,How sleek the woe appearsThat threatened childhood's citadelAnd undermined the years!Bisected now by bleaker griefs,We envy the despairThat devastated childhood's realm,So easy to repair.
Be the first to answer this question.