Ocupation: Poet
Life: December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886
Birthday: December 10
Death: May 15
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.
source: Emily Dickinson (2012). “Emily Dickinson: Everyman's Poetry”, p.83, Hachette UK
topic: Hurt, Eye, Steel, Pretty Words, Grimace