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Poems by Emily Dickinson
Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
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Poems by Emily Dickinson
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XII.
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.
Poems by Emily Dickinson