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Before I Got My Eye Put Out
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Before I Got My Eye Put Out

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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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
Upon the Window pane—
Where other Creatures put their eyes—
Incautious—of the Sun—

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This poem really makes you appreciate having eyes!
This poem really makes you appreciate having eyes!


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