one must have a mind of winter
to regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine trees crusted with snow
And have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice
the spruces rough in the distant glitter
of the January sun; and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind
in the sound of the few leaves
which is the sound of the land
full of the same wind
that is blowing in the same bare place
for the listener, who listen the snow
and nothing himself behold
nothing that is not there and the nothing that is..
Submitted: September 03, 2021
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Beautiful...
Fri, September 3rd, 2021 8:49pm
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Thank you so much...
Fri, September 3rd, 2021 7:14pm
Lovely poem. Have you visited any snow mountain?
Sat, September 4th, 2021 9:11am
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thank you for the comment. I've never made a snowman. Because I am in Sri Lanka.
It does not snow in Sri Lanka
I would like to see snow nice poem I enjoyed it
Fri, October 15th, 2021 4:53amFacebook Comments
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Senna45
Nice poem
Fri, September 3rd, 2021 3:04pmAuthor
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thank you
Fri, September 3rd, 2021 8:07am