Emily Dickinson

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

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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If your Nerve, deny you—
Go above your Nerve—
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve—

That's a steady posture—
Never any bend
Held of those Brass arms—
Best Giant made—

If your Soul seesaw—
Lift the Flesh door—
The Poltroon wants Oxygen—
Nothing more—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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