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
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Use the poem “It sifts from Leaden Sieves” below to answer the question.
According to the connotations of the words in the final stanza, what adjective might best describe this snow?
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hard
hard
delicate
delicate
forbidden
forbidden
sparkling
sparkling
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In the final stanza of the poem “It Sifts from Leaden Sieves,” the imagery and connotations suggest a sense of refinement and ethereal quality. The phrases "ruffles wrists of posts" and "as ankles of a queen" convey a delicate and gentle touch, while "stills its artisans like ghosts" implies a quiet and unobtrusive presence.
Based on this analysis, the adjective that might best describe the snow is delicate.
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