Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Sticks & Stones: There is a Word

There is a Word
by Emily Dickinson

There is a word 
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man - 
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again - 
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun - 
Wherever roams the day - 
There is its noiseless onset - 
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot!"

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