It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311)
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311) Lyrics
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again -
It reaches to the Fence -
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces -
It deals Celestial Veil
To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -
A Summer’s empty Room -
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were
Recordless, but for them -
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen -
Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -
Denying they have been -
It powders all the Wood
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again -
It reaches to the Fence -
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces -
It deals Celestial Veil
To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -
A Summer’s empty Room -
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were
Recordless, but for them -
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen -
Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -
Denying they have been -
About
Genius Annotation
Emily Dickinson was a 19th-century American poet, prolific letter writer, and reclusive genius. Some of her poems are similar to riddles: they describe an everyday object or phenomenon through a series of metaphors, without naming it explicitly. The “answer” isn’t usually hard to figure out: these poems are less about guessing games than the play of diction and metaphor.
…So, we’ll just go ahead and give away that this one’s about snow.
Q&A
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