Author Emily Dickinson 264 A Weight with Needles on the pounds— To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft— The puncture—coolly tries— That not a pore be overlooked Of all this Compound Frame— As manifold for Anguish— As Species—be—for name— Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments