Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning—
Lightning—lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.

Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—
Stone of stolid Boy—
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure—
Who mine Enemy?

Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit—
All my Mansion torn—
Sun—withdrawn to Recognition—
Furthest shining—done—

Yet was not the foe—of any—
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me—afraid.

Most—I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me—

Best—at Setting—as is Nature's—
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other's eyes.


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  • Gold Star - 22,689 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 6:36:00 PM)

    ........a beautiful write....truly enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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