No Rack Can Torture Me

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Title:     No Rack Can Torture Me
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

No rack can torture me,
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one

You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.

The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,

Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: No Rack Can Torture Me

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