Emily Dickinson

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

The Truth—is Stirless - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Truth—is stirless—
Other force—may be presumed to move—
This—then—is best for confidence—
When oldest Cedars swerve—

And Oaks untwist their fists—
And Mountains—feeble—lean—
How excellent a Body, that
Stands without a Bone—

How vigorous a Force
That holds without a Prop—
Truth stays Herself—and every man
That trusts Her—boldly up—

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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