Treasure Island

Emily Dickinson

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

Tell All The Truth


Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • D Snyder (11/12/2013 11:08:00 PM)

    Writing a paper on a few of Raymond Carver's short stories, and this poem makes so much sense in relation to his writing style. How art is about exposing truth through subtlety. (Report) Reply

  • Lawrence H (9/15/2012 2:40:00 AM)

    I solemnly tell the truth nothing but the truth. The tagline always ask to recite the statement in the court law. (Report) Reply

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