Emily Dickinson

Rearrange a Wife’s affection!

Rearrange a ‘Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness Blush, my unacknowledged clay Seven years of troth have taught thee More than Wifehood every may! Love that never leaped its socket Trust entrenched in narrow pain Constancy thro’ fire awarded Anguish bare of anodyne! Burden borne so far triumphant None suspect me of the crown, For I wear the ‘Thorns’ till Sunset Then my Diadem put on. Big my Secret but it’s bandaged It will never get away Till the Day its Weary Keeper Leads it through the Grave to thee.

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