A Counterfeit - a Plated Person -
I would not be -
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie -
Truth is good Health - and Safety, and the Sky.
How meagre, what an Exile - is a Lie,
And Vocal - when we die -
......a fabulous poem on honesty and not being a fake person ★ well done poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there were probably a lot of Counterfeit - a Plated people in Emily Dickinson's neighborhood. Wonder if she, herself, is a gossip (lol)