Emily Dickinson

I Like A Look Of Agony

poem 241

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe The Eyes glaze once and that is Death Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung.

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