Some Favored Nook, Pt. 2: No. 9, Emancipation

DICKINSON:

Emancipation

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.