Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Real

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.

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. The Martyrs
5. Sight

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