LIKE RAIN IT SOUNDED TILL IT CURVED
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.
-Emily Dickinson
Gladsome Lights 
I enjoy the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
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That woman did have a distinctive voice. I’d read only the first two lines before I thought, “Emily!” And so it was. This is a fine poem, that I’d not yet come across.
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Beautiful.
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That one is not in my book of Selected Poems by ED. I quite like it.
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I agree with all the above comments. 🙂
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