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Emily Dickinson: She dealt her pretty words like Blades

She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel’s Affair—
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality’s old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.


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This entry was posted on August 28, 2020 by in Opinion Leaders, Poetry and tagged , .

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