Author Emily Dickinson 761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance— Alike indifferent— If end I gained It ends beyond Indefinite disclosed— I shut my eyes—and groped as well 'Twas lighter—to be Blind— Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments