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snow!
Posted by: appgrrl (---.student.appstate.edu)
Date: February 28, 2005 08:28AM


Re: snow!
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: February 28, 2005 10:00AM

Welcome back, appgrrl. I suppose Robert Frost IS the appropriate author for a winter's poem:

Robert Frost ---
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

Les


Re: snow!
Posted by: StephenFryer (---.l5.c1.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: February 28, 2005 10:04AM

Not a poem, but a short story: 'Snow' by Ann Beattie. I don't think it's on the web, but you can find it in the Norton Anthology of Short Fiction. Excellent.

Stephen


Re: snow!
Posted by: glenda (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: February 28, 2005 12:08PM


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.

Emily Dickenson


Re: snow!
Posted by: drpeternsz (---.client.comcast.net)
Date: February 28, 2005 06:32PM

It's snow
cold outside
my toe
sare chattering.


Re: snow!
Posted by: JohnnySansCulo (---.dyn.optonline.net)
Date: February 28, 2005 07:14PM

biting stinging cold
but not to worry my love
the brass monkey's in


Re: snow!
Posted by: RJAllen (193.114.111.---)
Date: March 01, 2005 12:00AM

London Snow by Robert Bridges
Snow by Louis MacNeice


Re: snow!
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-03rh15rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: March 01, 2005 07:29AM

London Snow by Robert Bridges

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Snow by Louis MacNeice

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Re: snow!
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: March 01, 2005 02:07PM

To a Moth Seen in Winter
---Robert Lee Frost

Here's first a gloveless hand warm from my pocket,
A perch and resting place 'twixt wood and wood,
Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown,
The wings not folded in repose, but spread.
(Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks
If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?)
And now pray tell what lured you with false hope
To make the venture of eternity
And seek the love of kind in wintertime?
But stay and hear me out. I surely think
You make a labor of flight for one so airy,
Spending yourself too much in self-support.
Nor will you find love either, nor love you.
And what I pity in you is something human,
The old incurable untimeliness,
Only better of all ills that are.
But go. You are right. My pity cannot help.
Go till you wet your pinions and are quenched.
You must be made more simply wise than I
To know the hand I stretch impulsively
Across the gulf of well-nigh everything
May reach to you, but cannot touch your fate.
I cannot touch your life, much less can save,
Who am tasked to save my own a little while.

Les




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