A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil –
Once witnessed of the Gauze –
Its name is … - Emily Dickinson
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A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil –
Once witnessed of the Gauze – Its name is put away As far from mine, as if no plight Had printed yesterday,
In tender – solemn Alphabet, My eyes just turned to see, When it was smuggled by my sight Into Eternity –
More Hands – to hold – These are but Two – One more new-mailed Nerve Just granted, for the Peril's sake – Some striding – Giant – Love –
So greater than the Gods can show, They slink before the Clay, That not for all their Heaven can boast Will let its Keepsake – go
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.
