Poems (Dickinson)/Emancipation

by Emily Dickinson

For works with similar titles, see Emancipation.

For other versions of this work, see No Rack can torture me—.

XXXV.

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.