Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Sky is Low, The Clouds are Mean

A 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 someone treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

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