"We grow accustomed to the Dark" (428)
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye -
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.
(1862)
Emily, Emily, you are so beautiful. But your hyphenation makes me want to call you up in Heaven. Change it into a more "sensible" modern style so that more people will love your poems. This alienation by punctuation admittedly is a foolish thing, I know, but why do I always feel like I want to edit you? You don't need that, and I don't either. I've got my own foolish poetry to write. Rob
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