It is easy to work when the soul is at play

It is easy to work when the soul is at play—
But when the soul is in pain—
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult—then—

It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind—
But Gimlets—among the nerve—
Mangle daintier—terribler—
Like a Panter in the Glove—

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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