When they dislocate my brain,
Amputate my freckled bosom,
Make me bearded like a man!
Blush, my spirit in thy fastness,
Blush, my unacknowledged clay,
Seven years of troth have taught these
More than wifehood ever may!
Love that never leaped its socket,
Trust entrenched in narrow pain,
Constancy trough fire awarded,
Anguish bare of anodyne,
Burden borne so far triumphant
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the thorns till sunset,
Then my diadem put on.
Big my secret, but it’s bandaged,It will never get away
Till the day its weary keeper
Leads it through the grave to thee.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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