Poem

The Outer—from the Inner

Emily Dickinson
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood— The fine—unvarying Axis That regulates the Wheel— Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuous And fling a dust—the while. The Inner—paints the Outer— The Brush without the Hand— Its Picture publishes—precise— As is the inner Brand— On fine—Arterial Canvas— A Cheek—perchance a Brow— The Star's whole Secret—in the Lake— Eyes were not meant to know.

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