How could I have overlooked this Emily Dickinson poem until now? She calls it a dream poem. We'll be talking about Dickinson at the next meeting of my readers group. I like the crisp, polite voice of this poem--the difference between her well-mannered diction and the creepy, horrifying subject. "String" is good, too. "Pink, lank and warm": almost unbearably sensitive. A merely Freudian interpretation would not do the poem justice.