Death & Dying

The clouds their backs together laid

by Emily Dickinson 1830–1886

Death & Dying

The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!

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Dickinson, Emily. “The clouds their backs together laid.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/90/.

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