Poems by Emily Dickinson: Real
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Real
Real
I like a look of agony,
Because I know it 's true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.
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.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.
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