Emily Dickinson

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

What Soft—cherubic Creatures - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—
These Gentlewomen are—
One would as soon assault a Plush—
Or violate a Star—

Such Dimity Convictions—
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature—
Of Deity—ashamed—

It's such a common—Glory—
A Fisherman's—Degree—
Redemption—Brittle Lady—
Be so—ashamed of Thee—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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