poems Q&A (1-5)…..
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. |