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 weight weight wetness wetness cold

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In the first stanza of the poem "It sifts from Leaden Sieves" by Emily Dickinson, the words "sifts," "powders," and "wool" suggest a quality of softness about the snow.