Death & Dying
She dealt her pretty
From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (1929)
Death & Dying
She dealt her pretty
Words like blades;
As glittering they shone,
And every one unbared
A nerve
Or wantoned with a bone.
She never deemed she hurt;
That is not steel's
Affair.
A vulgar grimace in
The flesh
How ill the creatures bear!
To ache is human, not
Polite;
The film upon the eye
Mortality's old custom—
Just locking up to die.
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Dickinson, Emily. “She dealt her pretty.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/569/.
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Dickinson, Emily. “She dealt her pretty.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/569/.
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