The Bone that has no Marrow,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
The Bone that has no Marrow,
What Ultimate for that?
It is not fit for Table
For Beggar or for Cat.
A Bone has obligations —
A Being has the same —
A Marrowless Assembly
Is culpabler than shame.
But how shall finished Creatures
A function fresh obtain?
Old Nicodemus' Phantom
Confronting us again!
Source: Wikisource
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