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Beclouded
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Emily Dickinson


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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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Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) is considered a major American poet, though she was not accorded this honor until well after her death, when her younger sister discovered and began to share the enormous body of work that Emily left behind. A recluse who almost always wore white, Emily was born to a prominent Massachusetts family and spent the bulk of her life inside her home in Amherst. Only seven of her poems were published during her lifetime, and virtually none were published as originally written until the mid 1950s. (Emily’s odd punctuation, capitalization, and formatting did not meet with standard publishing  “approval” for earlier editions.)  There is a whimsical nature to many of her poems, although the subject of death was the most frequent recurring theme.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
Very appropriate for the unsettling weather noq upon us.
Posted 12/03/2018 03:45 PM
cork:
Her poetry has given her immortality.
Posted 12/03/2018 08:29 AM
michael escoubas:
I'm a student of Dickinson, but I must have missed this excellent poem, until now. Glad for the introduction.
Posted 12/03/2018 07:27 AM


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