A Weight with Needles on the pounds —
To push, and pierce, besides —
That if the Flesh resist the Heft —
The puncture — coolly tries —
That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame —
As manifold for Anguish —
As Species — be — for name —
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)