Kate Chopin
If some day I, with casual, wanton glance
Should for a moment’s space thine eyes ensnare;
To rest my finger tips upon thy sleeve,
Or, grown more bold, upon thy swarthy cheek;
With honey–trick of tone thy name to call,
Breathing it soft, in meaning whisper low,
Is there no subtler sense, that holds not commerce
With the glancing eyes, the touch, the tone?
Of what I dare not look, or speak, or dream!
1. What phrases in this poem are reflected in “The Story of an Hour”?
2. Do you think that late–nineteenth–century adults would be bothered by this language, or with the unveiled sentiment behind it, or both?
3. Why do you think Chopin chose to use anachronistic words such as “wouldst,” “thine,” and “thee” in this poem?
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