Mysteriousness erupted from the heavens;
And out came those lucid crystals—
It cleansed – the blankness
And with humankind – I am left a cripple.
The discouraged long Vanished.
With thine worship spent awry—
I distinguish Immortality—
Amid Him; the sensation of abhorrent.
Author notes
I had to do an Emily Dickinson poem for an English project. I want to say I got down her style correctly, but that's just me.
Do you think I got Emily Dickinson's style down correctly?
Comments
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Very dickenson-esq. and very good.
I love her, but even without thinking of her this poem stands very strong on its own. -
Oh yes you did. This is a fantastic poem, I love the imagery here. Great write!
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