Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection!, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection!

When they dislocate my Brain!

Amputate my freckled Bosom!

Make me bearded like a man!

Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness—

Blush, my unacknowledged clay—

Seven years of troth have taught thee

More than Wifehood every may!

Love that never leaped its socket—

Trust entrenched in narrow pain—

Constancy thro’ fire – awarded –

Anguish – bare of anodyne!

Burden – borne so far triumphant –

None suspect me of the crown,

For I wear the “Thorns” till Sunset –

Then – my Diadem put on.

Big my Secret but it’s bandaged –

It will never get away

Till the Day its Weary Keeper

Leads it through the Grave to thee.

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