THE clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like stuff —
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature’s temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
First print Time and Eternity XVI, 16
Johnson 1172 | Franklin 1246
■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 125;
Word shape “stuff” alone, rather than a phrase as a stuff: there was not, and there still is no such poetic use.
A D V E R T I S E M E N T
The world may never have seen her original handwriting, if her skill was taken for supernatural. Feel welcome to Poems by Emily Dickinson prepared for print by Teresa Pelka: thematic stanzas, notes on the Greek and Latin inspiration, the correlative with Webster 1828, and the Aristotelian motif, Things perpetual — these are not in time, but in eternity.