I am having a lot of trouble paraphrasing this poem.
Can you Please help me?
Greatly appreciated, Thank You.
Oł sont les neiges d'antan, maybe?
The night is freezing fast,
To-morrow comes Devember;
And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
And chiefly I remember
How he would have the cold.
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
His overcoat for ever,
And wears the turning globe.
"It's really cold, but God likes it that way?" That's my first guess.
pam
I guess the grave is the winter robe, nestled in the forever-turning globe.
Sounds reasonable-
pam
I've been waiting to use that neiges d'antan line ever since Catch 22, some 30 years ago!
Oh, shoot. Suppose the question was not how to paraphrase it, but how to, what's that tricky word, again? Explicate it, right. Sounds like one of those funeral poems folks are always requesting. Could be for a friend, or lover. Relative, maybe. Great fun to read.
Tank You very muh for your help and advice. I greatly appreciate it.