Poetry in The Patron’s Wife

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Mark discusses the use of Romantic Era Poetry in “The Patron’s Wife”

Escape is such a thankful Word
By Emily Dickinson

Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight

Escape – it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt –

‘Tis not to sight the savior –
It is to be the saved –
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word –

Written in 1875.

Dream of the Jaguar
Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the brilliant parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.

There the wearied, ominous horse-killer,

The ox-slayer, returns with a steady tread,

Over the dead mossy trunks of old timber.

Stretching, arching his muscular loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish gleaming through the tawny grass.

Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks’ flesh as they bellow and shiver.

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