Lyric Poem · Life
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased
By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet
Till he meet a Man
Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues
And partakes — his Tongue
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment
Grows a fiercer thing
Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa
A Nutrition mean
I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.
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- Poem
- As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Life
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- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- PoetryDBAs the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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