poems Q&A (1-5)…..

poems Q&A (1-5)…..

We grow accustomed to the Dark –            questions(1-5) >>>   
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When light is put away – 
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye – 

A Moment – We uncertain step
For newness of the night – 
Then – fit our Vision to the Dark – 
And meet the Road – erect – 

And so of larger – Darknesses – 
Those Evenings of the Brain – 
When not a Moon disclose a sign – 
Or Star – come out – within – 

The Bravest – grope a little – 
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead – 
But as they learn to see – 

Either the Darkness alters – 
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight – 
And Life steps almost straight

BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
 
But were it told to me, to-day,  5
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.
 
The meadows mine, the mountains mine,—
All forests, stintless stars,  10
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
 
The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,—  15
The news would strike me dead!
 
So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.