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A Weight with Needles on the pounds—
To push, and pierce, besides—
That if the Flesh resist the Heft—
The puncture—coolly tries—
That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame—
As manifold for Anguish—
As Species—be—for name—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
- Before The Ice Is In The Pools
- You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die
- Ambition Cannot Find Him
- For Death—or Rather