No Rack can torture me
Read 'No Rack can torture me' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
No Rack can torture me --
My Soul -- at Liberty --
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One --
You cannot prick with saw --
Nor pierce with Scimitar --
Two Bodies -- therefore be --
Bind One -- The Other fly --
The Eagle of his Nest
No easier divest --
And gain the Sky
Than mayest Thou --
Except Thyself may be
Thine Enemy --
Captivity is Consciousness --
So's Liberty.
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
