It Sifts from Leaden Sieves

Posted by Maverick ~ on January 17, 2018
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It Sifts from Leaden Sieves
by Emily Dickinson

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 Vail

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 –

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14 comments on “It Sifts from Leaden Sieves”

  4. Dickinson was a genius!… The photograph is so beautiful dear Maverick… Thank you for sharing… I hope your 2018 is off to a good start and keeps on improving as the days pass by… Love! 😀 ❤

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