She dealt her pretty words like Blades --

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Written by:

Emily Dickinson (other works)

Poem #:

479

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Language:

English

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Poetry

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Preceded by:

I had no time to Hate -- -478-

Succeeded by:

"Why do I love" You, Sir? -480-

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She dealt her pretty words like Blades --
How glittering they shone --
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone --

She never deemed -- she hurt --
That -- is not Steel's Affair --
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh --
How ill the Creatures bear --

To Ache is human -- not polite --
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom --
Just locking up -- to Die.