Emily Dickinson

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

A Tooth Upon Our Peace - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A Tooth upon Our Peace
The Peace cannot deface—
Then Wherefore be the Tooth?
To vitalize the Grace—

The Heaven hath a Hell—
Itself to signalize—
And every sign before the Place
Is Gilt with Sacrifice—


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  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:29:00 PM)

    Funny juxtaposition... teeth and peace (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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