For the twilight, the wet snow, Heaped on the branch, The soft white blurring with solids All angles and edges. But the dry snow, Granular, Sand out of space, Jewel cut, Is for the night to wear. Polished aloft in the metaphysical tides That swirl between stars, Its meanings are other Than the frozen rain of a low cloud. Orion's belt, hung in the fork Of the stripped beech Is kin to this snow, Restless on eaves and fence-rails, Fanned like the plume of Everest, To make visible The polar wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS |