A Thunder-Storm
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The wind begun to rock the grass
The cattle fled to barns;
He flung a menace at the earth,
The wagons quickened on the streets,
And then a livid claw.
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
The thunder hurried slow;
With threatening tunes and low, —
That held the dams had parted hold,
A menace at the sky.
And then, as if the hands
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The waters wrecked the sky,
There came one drop of giant rain,
But overlooked my father's house,
The birds put up the bars to nests,
Just quartering a tree.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;