Poems by Emily Dickinson: Real

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Real

Real

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.
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