It's the rainy season here in Guadalajara, and I've been enjoying stormy weather almost every day lately, so I thought to myself, "Holly? What would the two readers who frequent your blog most like to read today that has the word 'storm' in it?" Then it dawned on me that everyone on the planet adores Dickinson -- that's right, everyone (you didn't realize this about yourself, did you?). This, dearest reader, is for you.
It struck me every day
by Emily Dickinson
It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
It burned me in the night,
It blistered in my dream;
It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning's beam.
I thought that storm was brief,--
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.
2 comments:
one starving musician came by to say: See, now I was thinking some Pablo Neruda would go well with the weather and your surroundings.
j.e.
i really really do love emily! she's my favorite. thanks for this poem. i've been a bit sporadic with keeping up with your blog, but i got to laugh and be joyful for every word of yours I read. and you ARE a comic genius. marlee (we work next to each other at the sem. now) and I fully concur.
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