She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades Poem by Emily Dickinson
She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades—
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—
She never deemed—she hurt—
That—is not Steel's Affair—
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—
How ill the Creatures bear—
To Ache is human—not polite—
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom—
Just locking up—to Die.
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It's a wonderful poem (and dash) but the computer voice is a travesty and an insult to poetry (and dash) the voice is dead, and the pronunciations (and dash) unbarred a nerve? gri MACE? this is a disservice to anyone who has to depend on an oral presentation of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:10:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
(Dash) why the (dash) is the voice robotic (dash) just make a girl read it(dash) not a bot(dash)