Emily Dickinson

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

The Outer—from The Inner - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Outer—from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude—
'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood—

The fine—unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel—
Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuous
And fling a dust—the while.

The Inner—paints the Outer—
The Brush without the Hand—
Its Picture publishes—precise—
As is the inner Brand—

On fine—Arterial Canvas—
A Cheek—perchance a Brow—
The Star's whole Secret—in the Lake—
Eyes were not meant to know.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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