Monday, December 2, 2013

THE SKY IS LOW, THE CLOUDS ARE MEAN by Emily Dickinson
















THE  SKY  IS  LOW,  THE

CLOUDS  ARE  MEAN




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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