jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009

Part Four: Time and Eternity

BY: EMILY DICKINSON

XII

I LIKE a look of agony,
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.

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