Real

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XII. REAL.

I like a look of agony
Because I know it 's true ;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes gaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.

 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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