Before I got my eye put out – (336) By Emily Dickinson
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, Today,
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 –
As much of noon, as I could take –
Between my finite eyes –
The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine – to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead –
So safer – guess – with just my soul
Opon the window pane
Where other creatures put their eyes –
Incautious – of the Sun –
is there any good poetry
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-my heart is good
My heart is grass
Graves in the gravel and golden grass
Multiple years or erasure
My heart is grass
Graves in the gravel and golden grass
Multiple years or erasure
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Massive jet engine sound in the sky obliterates my ears
The darkness begs my eyes to close
The darkness begs my eyes to close