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.
First print Nature XXIX, 29
Johnson 1075 | Franklin 1121
■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 103;
Post-positional comma, Debates, if it will go.
A D V E R T I S E M E N T
The world may never have seen her original handwriting, if her skill was taken for supernatural. Feel welcome to Poems by Emily Dickinson prepared for print by Teresa Pelka: thematic stanzas, notes on the Greek and Latin inspiration, the correlative with Webster 1828, and the Aristotelian motif, Things perpetual — these are not in time, but in eternity.