479 <br /> <br />She dealt her pretty words like Blades— <br />How glittering they shone— <br />And every One unbared a Nerve <br />Or wantoned with a Bone— <br /> <br />She never deemed—she hurt— <br />That—is not Steel's Affair— <br />A vulgar grimace in the Flesh— <br />How ill the Creatures bear— <br /> <br />To Ache is human—not polite— <br />The Film upon the eye <br />Mortality's old Custom— <br />Just locking up—to Die.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-dealt-her-pretty-words-like-blades/
