Posted by obsidian on November 12, 2007, at 23:21:19
In reply to Do you have a poem that you try to live by?, posted by Michael83 on November 12, 2007, at 20:03:34
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
We grow accustomed to the Dark --
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 -- Darkness --
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.Emily Dickinson
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