Poem for a very rainy day

Like Rain it sounded till it curved by Emily Dickinson

 

Like Rain it sounded till it curved

And then I knew 'twas Wind -

It walked as wet as any Wave

But swept as dry as sand -  

When it had pushed itself away

To some remotest Plain

A coming as of Hosts was heard

That was indeed the Rain -

It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools

It warbled in the Road -

It pulled the spigot from the Hills

And let the Floods abroad -

It loosened acres, lifted seas

The sites of Centres stirred

Then like Elijah rode away

Upon a Wheel of Cloud.

 

 

(Has anyone read Lyndall Gordon's biography of Emily Dickinson, Lives Like Loaded Guns?).

Comments

[Gondal girl]

Great poem - thanks for sharing. I posted on Lives like Loaded Guns a while back, though am yet to read - sounds intriguing. THough if short on time Emily Dickinson ( Short lives series?) looks like a starting place

[Nicola]

Yes! It's one of the best biographies I've read, I would highly recommend it.

[Lyn]

Yes, I've read LLLG & it's excellent. As well as Dickinson's life, it looks nat her extraordinary afterlife as the rest of the family squabbled over her work. Lots of scandals & a really intriguing theory about why she hid herself away from strangers & visitors.