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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 334 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Experience

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I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next Would be my final inch, -- This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

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