We grow accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark –

When Light is put away –

As when the Neighbour 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.

Emily Dickinson,

(Emily Dickinson being as consoling as ever and with an unexpected humour in the lines on bumping into trees.)

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