It Sifts From Leaden Sieves

It snowed last night. I didn’t grow up with snow, so when I see it, it doesn’t seem like real snow. I see powdered sugar all over everything. Just trying to look like snow.

Here is one of my favorite poems 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 —


24 thoughts on “It Sifts From Leaden Sieves

  1. Beautiful poem.

    Funny, I wrote a poem for the first time in years yesterday – for a contest – [you can probably guess it has something do to with a certain person’s fan club] . I thought it was pretty good until I read this.

  2. Oh these are some of my favorite things in the whole world! …. lovely pictures and poems ( real poems ) I think this is one of the best forms of creative expression. “powdered sugar” ha ha , I am from Minnesota so yeah that looks like powdered sugar to me too! : )

  3. I just wanted to come back and thank you for your compassion. Your comments on my blog have inspired me to do something proactive. It’s kind of Kwel……
    You really empowered me to step up. : )

  4. The first time I saw this picture the leaves reminded me of white flying pigeons. Now you say it’s a plant sprayed with sugar powder. I think it’s beautiful any way you look at it.

  5. Okay, Aj, I’m admitting the unadmitted, I’ve been seeing them for years. Ever since kindergarten. Remember how we would stand under the rainy sky watching them together?

    Under normal circumstances, Max, I would probably say “I dare you, go ahead and ask me”, but tonight I’m behaving myself. For further definition, check Aj’s blog. She’s to blame.

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