(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Tell All The Truth

Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

Hé had no work to hold His heart up at the strain; Nay, roguish ran the vein. Beautiful lines.
Brilliant poem on brother nicely penned
Nature, bad, base and blind. Thanks for sharing it here.
Such an interesting poem posted here.....👍👍👍🤓