THERE CAME A WIND LIKE A BUGLE

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THERE CAME A WIND LIKE A BUGLE – 29 September 2008

In this poem that I’ve chosen for today, Emily Dickinson appears to be describing quite a violent storm!

THERE CAME A WIND LIKE A BUGLE
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom’s electric moccasin
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!

For more poems by Emily Dickinson, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetry/dickinson_emily.html 

For a collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
 

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