Snow Poem by Walter de la Mare

Snow

Rating: 3.3


No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,
Roof, - everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
‘Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint’ry ray,
And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nkom joy Emmanuel 19 October 2020

What is the theme of the peom

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Flo Cox 21 March 2019

Typo: should be sill, not still, in Snow poem see public domain poetry

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Kay Osatenko 20 December 2015

I think you should get someone who knows how to feel poetry. The voice has NO EXPRESSION!

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