Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Like eyes that looked on Wastes—
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank—and steady Wilderness—
Diversified by Night—

Just Infinites of Nought—
As far as it could see—
So looked the face I looked upon—
So looked itself—on Me—

I offered it no Help—
Because the Cause was Mine—
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless—as divine—

Neither—would be absolved—
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other—Therefore—
We perish—tho' We reign—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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