Emily Dickinson

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

As Far From Pity, As Complaint - Poem by Emily Dickinson


As far from pity, as complaint—
As cool to speech—as stone—
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone—

As far from time—as History—
As near yourself—Today—
As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf—
Or Sunset's Yellow play

To eyelids in the Sepulchre—
How dumb the Dancer lies—
While Color's Revelations break—
And blaze—the Butterflies!

Comments about As Far From Pity, As Complaint by Emily Dickinson

  • (5/6/2014 7:48:00 AM)

    The last line is such a sweet end :) (Report) Reply

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  • (5/6/2014 7:46:00 AM)

    Very nice. Love her poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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