Emily Dickinson – Emancipation
Δημοσιευθέν : 23/8/2009 και ώρα 03:02
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 scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So’s liberty.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Poetry – Series 1
IV. Time and Eternity