Poems by Emily Dickinson: Emancipation
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
Emancipation
Emancipation
No rack can torture me,
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.
.com/t/lit/dickinson/1/chapter4/35.html
See also: