I’ve wanted to post something all day for World Poetry Day. I read this poem for the first time months ago and I can’t get it out of my head.
I shared it with my youngest daughter this evening since it’s World Poetry Day and all. I recited the first two lines full of passion.
I thought she was as enamored with the poem as I was until her straight face gave way to an uncontrollable chuckle and she said, “You’re weird.”
One day she may appreciate this poem by Emily Dickinson like I do.
The photo is from one of my runs earlier this year. It rained more this winter than I ever remember in my life. The days and days of rain and gray skies made it feel as if the sun would never shine again.
The trails were nearly flooded on this particular day but the sun was big and bright in the sky and I had to be in it.
I dodged fallen branches and a few ponds where ponds weren’t supposed to be, and I was in awe of the beauty around me.
I like the way the poem sounds when I read it. The rhythm and the way the words are put together make me smile.
Just like the sun made me smile on the day I ran the soggy trails.
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new ’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
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.