Emily Dickinson

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

No Rack Can Torture Me - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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No Rack can torture me—
My Soul—at Liberty—
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One—

You cannot prick with saw—
Nor pierce with Scimitar—
Two Bodies—therefore be—
Bind One—The Other fly—

The Eagle of his Nest
No easier divest—
And gain the Sky
Than mayest Thou—

Except Thyself may be
Thine Enemy—
Captivity is Consciousness—
So's Liberty.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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