Poetry Highlight: XXV by Emily Dickinson
July 8, 2013
No rack can torture me My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw Nor rend with scimitar Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee. The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gains the sky Than mayest thou, Except thyself may … More Poetry Highlight: XXV by Emily Dickinson