by Emily Dickinson
poem #882
The Truth -– is stirless -–
Other force -– may be presumed to move -
This – then -– is best for confidence -
When oldest Cedars swerve -–
And Oaks untwist their fists -–
And Mountains -– feeble -– lean -–
How excellent a Body, that
Stands without a Bone -–
How vigorous a Force
That holds without a Prop [...]
