A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest

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Title:     A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Wounded Deer Leaps Highest

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