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The classic poem for this issue of The Fairfield Review features a piece written by one of the most enigmatic poets, Emily Dickinson. A native of New England, she endured many a dark winter, and this poem explores both the despair of its real darkness and the anguish of mental darkness. In the end, however, she has a vision of the light through those dark days, as hopeful as dawn follows night. --jsg 419 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 -- Darkness -- 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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