WHAT soft, cherubic creatures | |
These gentlewomen are! | |
One would as soon assault a plush | |
Or violate a star. | |
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Such dimity convictions, | 5 |
A horror so refined | |
Of freckled human nature, | |
Of Deity ashamed,— | |
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It’s such a common glory, | |
A fisherman’s degree! | 10 |
Redemption, brittle lady, | |
Be so, ashamed of thee. |
-Emily Dickinson
Heard this poem at church yesterday. This analysis of her meaning might give you an idea why. |
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