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Read the poem: “The Soul’s Storm”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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The Soul’s Storm

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.


< < < The soul should always stand ajar
The soul unto itself > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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