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A Patch Of Old Snow - Poem by Robert Frost

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

Comments about A Patch Of Old Snow by Robert Frost

  • Adeeb Alfateh 11/18/2020 9:46:00 PM

    The news of a day I've forgotten -
    If I ever read it. ///

    all news would be forgotten
    if you would be mine

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  • faygoot 12/12/2018 8:19:00 AM

    i shidded and farded and camed in the macaroni salad Reply

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  • Sans undertule 12/12/2018 8:16:00 AM

    The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, i said im already tracer so, .. play some fortnite. Wellllll i think your a spoiled brat Reply

    faygoot (12/12/2018 8:20:00 AM)

    im gonna shidd and fard and camed in your macaroni salad

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  • Meme hi 10/23/2018 9:48:00 AM

    I hate this poem it sucks so mush Reply

    Vikrant (1/27/2020 6:20:00 AM)

    Oh ya, have you done any poems? Rubbish comments!

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  • Blahhh 9/11/2018 4:45:00 PM

    So delicate and nice and wonderful Reply

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  • Melody 5/27/2018 6:05:00 PM

    I love this it’s one of my favorites I didn’t like how it was read on the audio though. Reply

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  • Lexie 3/2/2018 3:37:00 PM

    not the best poem but I will give him some credit for ryming Reply

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  • Patricia Grantham 2/3/2018 6:40:00 PM

    Short but full of emotions. Love it. Reply

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  • Geoff 1/14/2018 1:34:00 PM

    this is NOT a poem LOL Reply

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  • loler123 11/17/2017 1:25:00 PM

    I dont get how its a poem Reply

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Snow Poems
  1. 1. A Patch Of Old Snow
    Robert Frost
  2. 2. Snow
    David Berman
  3. 3. Dust Of Snow
    Robert Frost
  4. 4. Shoveling Snow With Buddha
    Billy Collins
  5. 5. Snow Day
    Billy Collins
  6. 6. Neither Snow
    Billy Collins
  7. 7. The Snow Man
    Wallace Stevens
  8. 8. Snow
    Louis Macneice
  9. 9. The Snow Fairy
    Claude McKay
  10. 10. Snow
    Walter de la Mare
  11. 11. A March Snow
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  12. 12. Mad As The Mist And Snow
    William Butler Yeats
  13. 13. The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thin..
    William Blake
  14. 14. Patterns In The Snow
    Ernestine Northover
  15. 15. Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs
    Anne Sexton
  16. 16. First Snow
    Matsuo Basho
  17. 17. The Snow Storm
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  18. 18. Snow
    Edward Thomas
  19. 19. Hunters In The Snow
    William Carlos Williams
  20. 20. The Snow-Storm
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  21. 21. The Faun Sees Snow For The First Time
    Richard Aldington
  22. 22. From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  23. 23. Snow
    Jay M. McCabe
  24. 24. Snow Song
    Sara Teasdale
  25. 25. Writing Shit About New Snow
    Kobayashi Issa
  26. 26. The Snow Is Melting
    Kobayashi Issa
  27. 27. Snow
    Louise Gluck
  28. 28. Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  29. 29. The Cross Of Snow
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  30. 30. At The Melting Of The Snow
    Banjo Paterson
  31. 31. Snow White's Acne
    Denise Duhamel
  32. 32. Snow Flakes
    Emily Dickinson
  33. 33. Like Snow
    Robert Graves
  34. 34. Falling Snow
    Amy Lowell
  35. 35. Improvisations: Light And Snow
    Conrad Potter Aiken
  36. 36. On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover
    Christopher Smart
  37. 37. Poem (Old Man In The Crystal Morning Aft..
    Delmore Schwartz
  38. 38. Snow
    John Davidson
  39. 39. Pissing In The Snow
    Kobayashi Issa
  40. 40. Snow In Europe
    David Gascoyne
  41. 41. A Theory Of Snow
    David Kowalczyk
  42. 42. Two Travellers Perishing In Snow
    Emily Dickinson
  43. 43. Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down
    Thomas Lux
  44. 44. In Snow
    William Allingham
  45. 45. Snow Or Snowdrops?
    Mathilde Blind
  46. 46. An Acorn Lies Within The Snow
  47. 47. Snow Man
    Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
  48. 48. The Quiet Snow
    Raymond Knister
  49. 49. Sonnet -- The Snow-Drop
    Mary Darby Robinson
  50. 50. The First Winter Snow
    Richard Brautigan

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Snow Poems

  1. Dust Of Snow

    The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

  2. Snow Day

    Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, and beyond these windows the government buildings smothered, schools and libraries buried, the post office lost under the noiseless drift, the paths of trains softly blocked, the world fallen under this falling. In a while I will put on some boots and step out like someone walking in water, and the dog will porpoise through the drifts, and I will shake a laden branch, sending a cold shower down on us both. But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house, a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow. I will make a pot of tea and listen to the plastic radio on the counter, as glad as anyone to hear the news that the Kiddie Corner School is closed, the Ding-Dong School, closed, the All Aboard Children's School, closed, the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed, along with - some will be delighted to hear - the Toadstool School, the Little School, Little Sparrows Nursery School, Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School, the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed, and - clap your hands - the Peanuts Play School. So this is where the children hide all day, These are the nests where they letter and draw, where they put on their bright miniature jackets, all darting and climbing and sliding, all but the few girls whispering by the fence. And now I am listening hard in the grandiose silence of the snow, trying to hear what those three girls are plotting, what riot is afoot, which small queen is about to be brought down.

  3. Snow

    Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow. For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground. He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer. Then we were on the roof of the lake. The ice looked like a photograph of water. Why he asked. Why did he shoot them. I didn't know where I was going with this. They were on his property, I said. When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room. Today I traded hellos with my neighbor. Our voices hung close in the new acoustics. A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling. We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence. But why were they on his property, he asked.

  4. Shoveling Snow With Buddha

    In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, tossing the dry snow over a mountain of his bare, round shoulder, his hair tied in a knot, a model of concentration. Sitting is more his speed, if that is the word for what he does, or does not do. Even the season is wrong for him. In all his manifestations, is it not warm or slightly humid? Is this not implied by his serene expression, that smile so wide it wraps itself around the waist of the universe? But here we are, working our way down the driveway, one shovelful at a time. We toss the light powder into the clear air. We feel the cold mist on our faces. And with every heave we disappear and become lost to each other in these sudden clouds of our own making, these fountain-bursts of snow. This is so much better than a sermon in church, I say out loud, but Buddha keeps on shoveling. This is the true religion, the religion of snow, and sunlight and winter geese barking in the sky, I say, but he is too busy to hear me. He has thrown himself into shoveling snow as if it were the purpose of existence, as if the sign of a perfect life were a clear driveway you could back the car down easily and drive off into the vanities of the world with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio. All morning long we work side by side, me with my commentary and he inside his generous pocket of silence, until the hour is nearly noon and the snow is piled high all around us; then, I hear him speak. After this, he asks, can we go inside and play cards? Certainly, I reply, and I will heat some milk and bring cups of hot chocolate to the table while you shuffle the deck. and our boots stand dripping by the door. Aaah, says the Buddha, lifting his eyes and leaning for a moment on his shovel before he drives the thin blade again deep into the glittering white snow.