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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHE DEALT HER PRETTY WORDS LIKE BLADES, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Just locking up — to die Subject(s): Mortality | |||
She dealt her pretty words like Blades - How glittering they shone - And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone - She never deemed - she hurt - That - is not Steel's Affair - A vulgar grimace in the Flesh - How ill the Creatures bear - To Ache is human - not polite - The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom - Just locking up - to Die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISE MEN IN THEIR BAD HOURS by ROBINSON JEFFERS READING ALOUD TO MY FATHER by JANE KENYON FAITH' IS A FINE INVENTION by EMILY DICKINSON |
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