Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
L
|
| IT sifts from leaden sieves, | |
| It powders all the wood, | |
| It fills with alabaster wool | |
| The wrinkles of the road. | |
| |
| It makes an even face | 5 |
| Of mountain and of plain,— | |
| Unbroken forehead from the east | |
| Unto the east again. | |
| |
| It reaches to the fence, | |
| It wraps it, rail by rail, | 10 |
| Till it is lost in fleeces; | |
| It flings a crystal veil | |
| |
| On stump and stack and stem,— | |
| The summer’s empty room, | |
| Acres of seams where harvests were, | 15 |
| Recordless, but for them. | |
| |
| It ruffles wrists of posts, | |
| As ankles of a queen,— | |
| Then stills its artisans like ghosts, | |
| Denying they have been. | 20 |
|
|
