by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
The clouds their backs together laid
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.
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Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- 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 verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-01-12
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