Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Beclouded - Poem by Emily Dickinson

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 11:32:00 AM)

    Such vivid imagery. I love it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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