Emily Dickinson

A Single Screw Of Flesh

poem 263

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

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