Loose ends

Just tidying up a loose end from an old post...

Emily Dickinson, 'It is easy to work when the soul is at play'

It is easy to work when the soul is at play --
But when he is in pain -- The hearing him put his
playthings up Makes work difficult -- then -- It
is simple to ache, in the Bone, or the Rind --
But Gimlets -- among the nerve -- Mangle
daintier -- terribler -- Like a panter in the Glove

(poem 244 in Johnson's 1955 edition)

Can't say I am or have ever been a fan of Dickinson's poetry.