Emily Dickinson

It Knew No Medicine

poem 559

It knew no Medicine It was not Sickness then Nor any need of Surgery And therefore ’twas not Pain It moved away the Cheeks A Dimple at a time And left the Profile plainer And in the place of Bloom It left the little Tint That never had a Name You’ve seen it on a Cast’s face Was Paradise to blame If momently ajar Temerity drew near And sickened ever afterward For Somewhat that it saw?

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