It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
It burned me in the night,
It blistered in my dream;
It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning's beam.
I thought that storm was brief,--
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.
It Struck Me Every Day
Emily Dickinson
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Baanetse Mokoena: I think this piece conveys a stream of clues,sort of like an omen .A day not lived ,an unfulfilled goal that etched at the back of your mind .The last stanza portrays the overall realisation of the events that took place as a sign of fate -not acted upon .
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