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 to My Dream —
It sickened fresh upon my sight —
With every Morn that came —

I though that Storm — was brief —
The Maddest — quickest by —
But Nature lost the Date of This —
And left it in the Sky —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem It struck me — every Day

3 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    Bad memories haunt us.

  2. Stacey says:

    The author speaks of grieving the loss of a close and dear friend. A loss that was sudden and still seethes within her soul. Every day she looks for them, every day she is disappointed to find they are not there.

  3. Stacey says:

    The author speaks of grieving the loss of a close and dear friend. A loss that was sudden and still seethes within her soul. Every day she looks for them, every day she is disappointed to find they are not there.

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