The Lovely British Poetry : Emily Dickinson The Sky Is Low

Hello dear readers!

Do you really love winter? I mean, do you love winter with its sharp cold winds, slippery roads, short grey days and endless nights?

Can you imagine that such a miserable picture is a source of inspiration?

Emily Dickinson created this winter masterpiece in some usual words. Let's read and enjoy this amazing poem!

My favourite phrase from this poem:

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem.

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake of snow

Across a barn or through a rut

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day

How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem.

Vocabulary:

Mean - angry, violent

a barn - a large building on a farm where animals, crops, or machines are kept

a rut -  a deep narrow mark in the ground made by a wheel

to complain - express dissatisfaction or annoyance about something 

to treat - to behave towards someone in a particular way

How some one treated him - What others thins about him

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