Emily Dickinson

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

The Soul Has Bandaged Moments - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Soul has Bandaged moments—
When too appalled to stir—
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her—

Salute her—with long fingers—
Caress her freezing hair—
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover—hovered—o'er—
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme—so—fair—

The soul has moments of Escape—
When bursting all the doors—
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,

As do the Bee—delirious borne—
Long Dungeoned from his Rose—
Touch Liberty—then know no more,
But Noon, and Paradise—

The Soul's retaken moments—
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the Song,

The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue—


Comments about The Soul Has Bandaged Moments by Emily Dickinson

  • (6/10/2016 10:31:00 AM)


    ...........an intriguing composition...my favorite lines ★

    The Soul has Bandaged moments—
    When too appalled to stir—
    She feels some ghastly Fright come up
    And stop to look at her—

    Salute her—with long fingers—
    Caress her freezing hair—
    Unworthy, that a thought so mean
    Accost a Theme—so—fair—
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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