Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

 

Real

by Emily Dickinson

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.

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
 
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