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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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