Emily Dickinson

They shut me up in Prose – (445)

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me “still”   – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound – Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Look down opon Captivity – And laugh – No more have I –