Beclouded, par Emily Dickinson

Beclouded

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.

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—

734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—

616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—