If Your Nerve, Deny You, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

If Your Nerve, Deny You

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If your Nerve, deny you—

Go above your Nerve—

He can lean against the Grave,

If he fear to swerve—

That’s a steady posture—

Never any bend

Held of those Brass arms—

Best Giant made—

If your Soul seesaw—

Lift the Flesh door—

The Poltroon wants Oxygen—

Nothing more—

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