LIFE: VIII. A wounded deer leaps highest [First Series

First Series [Series 1], poem(s) by Emily Dickinson
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________________________________________________ LIFE: VIII. A wounded deer leaps highest A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings! Mirth is the mail of anguish, In which it cautions arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And "You're hurt" exclaim! Content of LIFE: VIII. A wounded deer leaps highest [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: First Series [Series 1]] Read next: I - LIFE#IX. The heart asks pleasure first Read previous: I - LIFE#VII. ALMOST! Table of content of First Series [Series 1] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

First Series [Series 1], poem(s) by Emily Dickinson