by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
The clouds their backs together laid Matches base text
Language: English
The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning played like mice. The thunder crumbled like a stuff. How good to be in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reachm, Nor missile ever comes.
Composition:
- Set to music by Gordon Getty (b. 1933), "The clouds their backs together laid" [ soprano and piano ], from The White Election - A Song Cycle for soprano and piano on 32 poems of Emily Dickinson, Part 3 : Almost Peace, no. 23
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title
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Researcher for this page: Barbara Miller
This text was added to the website: 2011-01-12
Line count: 8
Word count: 43