The sky is low the clouds are mean

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake of

Across a barn or through a

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all

How some one treated him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes

Without her diadem.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Little known during her life, she has since been regarded as

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The sky is low the clouds are mean

Emily Dickinson

There is another sky

Wild Nights — Wild Nights!

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The tea smugglers.

Ode to the West Wind

To A Mouse

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The sky is low the clouds are mean

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Знаешь, она танцевала как ангел. Ночь одеялом, луна завывала, Юное тело, гнулось ветвями, Мир отключался, этого мало.

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