The Outer-from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude-
‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood-
The fine-unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel-
Though Spokes-spin-more conspicuous
And fling a dust-the while.
The Inner-paints the Outer-
The Brush without the Hand-
Its Picture publishes-precise-
As is the inner Brand-
On fine-Arterial Canvas-
A Cheek-perchance a Brow-
The Star’s whole Secret-in the Lake-
Eyes were not meant to know.
(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)