Emily Dickinson

To Make One’s Toilette After Death

poem 485

To make One’s Toilette after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still That’s easier than Braid the Hair And make the Bodice gay When eyes that fondled it are wrenched By Decalogues away

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