Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Morning Reading: "Who made the snow waits where love is"


The Snow Is Deep on the Ground

by Kenneth Patchen



The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.


This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.


Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.


The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

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2 comments:

Robbi said...

lovely and melancholy.

Lou said...

Yes, there is a strong tone of nostalgia.

 
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