Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FIRE AND SNOW, by MARK TURBYFILL


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FIRE AND SNOW, by                    
First Line: No, not as a draped majestic figure
Last Line: Here in the april of my longing.
Subject(s): Snow


No, not as a draped majestic figure,
Dark adagio of stone,
But as a wafted petal,
White gem, a flake of snow,
Prima assoluta, the sole star, faintly --
White against white -- in profile
Is borne across the snowy stage of earth
Out beyond the last black trees;

So, lightly, softly you walked,
To mute the crunching of footsteps.
(You were all white)
You sank beneath the black twisted boughs
To listen for the murmuring snow.
And the sweet, faint music of the snow-notes
Fell insistently upon your ear.
(How strangely you are like the snow!)
"I heard their murmur
And their music," you said;
"I could have nestled
Quite warmly forever to sleep."

I freeze in the cold blue sleet
Cleaving to your obdurate image
Here in the April of my longing.





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