What Soft – Cherubic Creatures –, by Emily Dickinson | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

What Soft – Cherubic Creatures –

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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—

These Gentlewomen are—

One would as soon assault a Plush—

Or violate a Star—

Such Dimity Convictions—

A Horror so refined—

Of freckled Human Nature—

Of Deity—Ashamed –

It’s such a common Glory—

A Fisherman’s—Degree—

Redemption—Brittle Lady—

Be so—ashamed of Thee –

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