Emily Dickinson – A Great American Poet

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.

Final Harvest, Emily Dickinson.  414 (1075) page 241.

Gavin, smile at that Narrow Wind.  You’ll see him often and it should never ruin your mind.   And though clouds truly can be mean let the debates take place and observe- Nature is not against you.

And if you’re able to catch the snow flake, do.  Smile and let the rest wonder.

It's a chilly October day and you are just 34 days old in this picture.

It’s a chilly October day and you are just 34 days old in this picture.

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9 thoughts on “Emily Dickinson – A Great American Poet

  1. Look at that little bright-eyed, alert (intelligent) face! Tears in my eyes, maternal/love hormones activated. Babies are the closest to pure spirit we will ever get in human form. They radiate healing energy. Former Newborn ICU nurse here.)

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  2. Reblogged this on mtaggartwriter and commented:

    It’s always nice to revisit Emily Dickinson’s work.

    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-

    -Emily Dickinson. To read Emily’s full poem read the original post.

    And as always, Cheers!

    Like

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