Tuesday, March 10, 2009

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder...

What can be more beautiful than unexpected thunder and lightening? Tonight over Powai... Yet : No Rain whatsoever...

The farthest Thunder that I heard

Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their missiles by --
The Lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself --
But I would not exchange the Bolt
For all the rest of Life --
Indebtedness to Oxygen
The Happy may repay,
But not the obligation
To Electricity --
It founds the Homes and decks the Days
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying Light --
The Thought is quiet as a Flake --
A Crash without a Sound,

How Life's reverberation
Its Explanation found --

Emily Dickinson

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