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It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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It is easy to work when the soul is at play—
But when the soul is in pain—
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult—then—

It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind—
But Gimlets—among the nerve—
Mangle daintier—terribler—
Like a Panter in the Glove—

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