BECLOUDED, by EMILY DICKINSONPoem ExplanationPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: The sky is low, the clouds are mean Last Line: Without her diadem. Variant Title(s): Poem: 1075;poem: 1121
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.
