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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