Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness

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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee

Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

She is so subtle and profound. She does so much with these two short stanzas- she puts our emotions into play with her every word. Snow- -so beautiful, silent and cold. Grief- -death so silent and cold.
Superb, a snow all the way.....