Question

It sifts from Leaden Sieves
by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, --
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.



"It Sifts from Leaden Sieves" by Emily Dickinson

Question
Use the poem “It sifts from Leaden Sieves” below to answer the question.

In the first stanza, what quality do the words sifts, powders, and wool suggest about the snow?

(1 point)
Responses

softness
softness

cold
cold

wetness
wetness

weight
weight
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Answer 1

softness

These words evoke a light, fine, and gentle texture.