824 <br /> <br />[first version] <br /> <br />The Wind begun to knead the Grass— <br />As Women do a Dough— <br />He flung a Hand full at the Plain— <br />A Hand full at the Sky— <br />The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— <br />And started all abroad— <br />The Dust did scoop itself like Hands— <br />And throw away the Road— <br />The Wagons—quickened on the Street— <br />The Thunders gossiped low— <br />The Lightning showed a Yellow Head— <br />And then a livid Toe— <br />The Birds put up the Bars to Nests— <br />The Cattle flung to Barns— <br />Then came one drop of Giant Rain— <br />And then, as if the Hands <br />That held the Dams—had parted hold— <br />The Waters Wrecked the Sky— <br />But overlooked my Father's House— <br />Just Quartering a Tree— <br /> <br />[second version] <br /> <br />The Wind begun to rock the Grass <br />With threatening Tunes and low— <br />He threw a Menace at the Earth— <br />A Menace at the Sky. <br /> <br />The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— <br />And started all abroad <br />The Dust did scoop itself like Hands <br />And threw away the Road. <br /> <br />The Wagons quickened on the Streets <br />The Thunder hurried slow— <br />The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak <br />And then a livid Claw. <br /> <br />The Birds put up the Bars to Nests— <br />The Cattle fled to Barns— <br />There came one drop of Giant Rain <br />And then as if the Hands <br /> <br />That held the Dams had parted hold <br />The Waters Wrecked the Sky, <br />But overlooked my Father's House— <br />Just quartering a Tree—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-begun-to-knead-the-grass/
