The Mind
To pile like Thunder to its close
From The Single Hound (1914)
The Mind
To pile like Thunder to its close,
Then crumble grand away,
While everything created hid—
This would be Poetry:
Or Love,—the two coeval came—
We both and neither prove,
Experience either, and consume—
For none see God and live.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “To pile like Thunder to its close.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/757/.
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Dickinson, Emily. “To pile like Thunder to its close.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/757/.
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