Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 12. I like a look of agony

I like a look of agony,

Because I know it 's true;

Men do not sham convulsion,

Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is death.

Impossible to feign

The beads upon the forehead

By homely anguish strung.