Eyes of Blue … I think?

What Color Is This?

What color would you call my eyes?
I know they’re blue, but I see brown and green and grey in those depths.

“For I dipped into the future, far as could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be”


A beautiful eye makes eloquent, a kind eye makes contradiction an assent, an enraged eye makes beauty deformed. This little member gives life to every other part about us; and I believe the story of Argus implies no more than that the eye is in every part; that is to say, every other part would be mutilated were not its force represented more by the eye than even by itself.


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