Emily Dickinson Poem

A single Screw of Flesh

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Is all that pins the Soul

That stands for Deity, to Mine,

Upon my side the Veil—

 

Once witnessed of the Gauze—

Its name is put away

As far from mine, as if no plight

Had printed yesterday,

 

In tender—solemn Alphabet,

My eyes just turned to see,

When it was smuggled by my sight

Into Eternity—

 

More Hands—to hold–These are but Two–

One more new-mailed Nerve

Just granted, for the Peril’s sake—

Some striding—Giant–Love–

 

So greater than the Gods can show,

They slink before the Clay,

That not for all their Heaven can boast

Will let its Keepsake—go

A slash of Blue
A shady friend for torrid days

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