The Mind
At leisure is the Soul
From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (1929)
The Mind
At leisure is the Soul
That gets a staggering blow;
The width of Life
Before it spreads
Without a thing to do.
It begs you give it work,
But just the placing pins—
Or humblest patchwork
Children do—
To help its vacant hands.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “At leisure is the Soul.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/468/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “At leisure is the Soul.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/468/.
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