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1431 With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology— It wafts this sordid Flesh Beyond its dull—control And during its electric gale— The body is a soul— instructing by the same— How little work it be— To put off filaments like this for immortality
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With Pinions of Disdain
1431 With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology— It wafts this sordid Flesh Beyond its dull—control And during its electric gale— The body is a soul— instructing by the same— How little work it be— To put off filaments like this for immortality
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American