Emily Dickinson

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

I like a look of Agony


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I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—

The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Sjglkq Lkgs; Lkf (4/7/2010 11:57:00 AM)

    this poem really speaks to me about the hardships of african americans and the struggles they faced. it also reminds me that we wouldnt be here if the hobbits hadnt cast the ring into mount doom. we would have been overun by goblins and orcs. it would have sucked. but thankfully frodo and samwise were able to cast it in and humanity prevailed once again (Report) Reply

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