Robert White
@Apollo732 · 1:18
Reading of Before I Got my Eye Put Out-Emily Dickinson
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 lightning's jointed 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 in cautious of the sun. I hope you enjoyed the reading. If you like, you can please comment on what it means to you
Carey Braidt
@countryswell · 2:36
And I think that that's very profound and meaningful and a way for us to be grateful for the senses that we have. And I think when you're a poet or you enjoy poetry, I often think you tap into many different senses. You're listening to someone read a poem and trying to absorb the essence
Robert White
@Apollo732 · 0:59
Thank you for replying. Yeah, I would agree with you. Our senses are such an integral part of who we are in terms of mental and emotional identity. Obviously, it plays a big part in our day to day life and how we experience the world and how we process the world. I watched a video by Hank Green that talked about how Emily Dickinson likened site to life. And it seems to make sense looking at when the light fades out