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We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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 - 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.

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dont get the poem, it sucks
does Emily Dickinson use a rhythem or rhyme scheme?
it was wonderful and easy to keep track of my position.
This poem is about a sad death. It is saying that life is not prefect, but we still can work it out. The poem says we can work together to make life better. I like the way this poem came out and said what had to say.
Life will never be perfect...only “almost straight”, but we’ll figure out how to work through those problems. This is such an encouraging (all while being realistic) poem.


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