What fool would feel His cheeks burn Because of the snow? Would he call it By a name, give it Breasts, features, Bare limbs? Would he call it A woman? (Surely then he would be A fool.) And see her, Warmed with the cold, Go upon the heads Of creatures Whose faces lean To the ground? Would he watch The compassion of Her eyes, That look, now up Now down, To the turn of The wind and The turn of The shivering minds She touches -- Motionless -- troubled? I ask you -- I ask you, my townspeople, What fool is this? Would he forget The sight of His mother and His wife Because of her? -- Have his heart Turned to ice That will not soften? What! Would he see a thing Lovelier than A high-school girl, With the skill Of Venus to stand naked -- Naked on the air? Falling snow and @3you up there -- waiting.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS THE HANDSOME KNIGHT by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |