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No Rack can torture me

No Rack can torture me
My Soul at Liberty
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One

You cannot prick with saw
Nor pierce with Scimitar
Two Bodies therefore be
Bind One The Other fly

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.

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Poem No Rack can torture me - Emily Dickinson
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