Quote by: Emily Dickinson

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.


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Author Bio


  • NameEmily Dickinson
  • DescriptionAmerican poet
  • AliasesEmily Elizabeth Dickinson; Emily Dickenson
  • BornDecember 10, 1830
  • DiedMay 15, 1886
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet
  • AwardsNational Women's Hall Of Fame