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The Angle of a Landscape

The Angle of a Landscape

The Angle of a Landscape
That every time I wake
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack

Like a Venetian waiting
Accosts my open eye
Is just a Bough of Apples
Held slanting, in the Sky

The Pattern of a Chimney
The Forehead of a Hill
Sometimes a Vane’s Forefinger
But that’s Occasional

The Seasons shift my Picture
Upon my Emerald Bough,
I wake to find no Emeralds
Then Diamonds which the Snow

From Polar Caskets fetched me
The Chimney and the Hill
And just the Steeple’s finger
These never stir at all



Poem The Angle of a Landscape - Emily Dickinson