by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

It sifts from leaden sieves
Language: English 
Available translation(s): GER
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 flings a crystal veil]1

[On]2 stump and stack and stem, -
[The]3 summer's empty room,
Acres of [seams]4 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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1 Hoekman: "It deals Celestial Vail"
2 Hoekman: "To"
3 Hoekman: "A"
4 Hoekman: "Joints"


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  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 104