Emily Dickinson

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

The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean,

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.

Comments about The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean, by Emily Dickinson

  • Soban (6/28/2018 7:33:00 AM)

    It is very boring(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/10/2016 11:03:00 AM)

    .........a beautiful simile and reflections of nature ★(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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