With Pinions of Disdain

written by

Emily Dickinson

With Pinions of Disdain
The soul can farther fly
Than any feather specified
in Ornithology --
It wafts this sordid Flesh
Beyond its dull -- control
And during its electric gale --
The body is a soul --
instructing by the same --
How little work it be --
To put off filaments like this
for immortality