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Poetry Friday: The farthest thunder that I heard by Emily Dickinson

February 20th, 2015 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Thunder by Brooke Fraser

The farthest thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
Indebtedness to oxygen
The chemist may repay,
But not the obligation
To electricity.
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying light.
The thought is quiet as a flake,-
A crash without a sound;
How life's reverberation
Its explanation found!

- Emily Dickinson

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Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: February 20th, 2015 10:32 pm (UTC)

Interesting that Emily Dickinson would even want to write of electricity, albeit in a questioning way. Love that 'thought as quiet as a flake." She's unassuming always.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 20th, 2015 10:45 pm (UTC)

So fun.

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: February 22nd, 2015 01:14 pm (UTC)

I'm with Linda -- Emily D. wrote about our "obligation to electricity" ????

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 22nd, 2015 05:07 pm (UTC)

:)

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