Dickinson, Emily: (A Wounded Deer — leaps highest)

A Wounded Deer — leaps highest
I've heard the Hunter tell —
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death —
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish —
In whIch it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "you're hurt" exclaim!

(1860 körül)

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