poet Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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No Rack Can Torture Me


No Rack can torture me—
My Soul—at Liberty—
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One—

You cannot prick with saw—
Nor pierce with Scimitar—
Two Bodies—therefore be—
Bind One—The Other fly—

The Eagle of his Nest
No easier divest—
And gain the Sky
Than mayest Thou—

Except Thyself may be
Thine Enemy—
Captivity is Consciousness—
So's Liberty.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/18/2016 8:05:00 PM)

    .............a wonderful poem, though this one is posted twice, also under the title emancipation ★

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