Life LXIV: He preached upon “breadth” (1207), by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life LXIV: He preached upon “breadth” (1207)

Part One: Life

LXIV

HE preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow—

The broad are too broad to define:

And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar—

The truth never flaunted a sign.

Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence

As gold the pyrites would shun.

What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus

To meet so enabled a man!

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