Emily Dickinson - Life Vlll
April 2nd 2008 05:31
Poems by Emily Dickinson
Life
VIII.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
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"Humor is the buffer for my pain," an expression I have used for over 40 years katyzzz, Emily Dickinson speaks to my soul...
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