Sight
Read 'Sight' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Unseemly are the open eyes
That watch the midnight sheep,
That look upon the secret skies
Nor close, abashed, in sleep;
That see the dawn drag in, unbidden,
To birth another day-
Oh, better far their gaze were hidden
Below the decent clay.
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