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

Beclouded

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.

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how many form that poem have
.......dear poemhunter, this is the exact same poem as the one listed titled, the sky is low, the clouds are mean ★
Such vivid imagery. I love it.


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