Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Single Screw Of Flesh - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil—

Once witnessed of the Gauze—
Its name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,

In tender—solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity—

More Hands—to hold—These are but Two—
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake—
Some striding—Giant—Love—

So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let its Keepsake—go

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:18:00 PM)

    Always a beautiful poem to brighten my day :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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