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Richard Wilbur (March 1, 1921)
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Boy at the Window
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.
The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.
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A duality of life, the snowman lives for such a short time, but its life is fulfilled in its place as being a snowman, whereas the child will live grow up to be a man, and forced to take the bonds of adulthood, the snowman dissolves to become water recycled in the cycle of life, the child’s tears are water too, but they cannot join the snowman, or be recycled in the natural flow of life. The child will grow up grow old and die. But never return in the guise of snow
When the fear leaves in the foreground, the boldness becomes more valuable... Sincere loneliness everywhere are the identical... The big poem and a theme so..
great poem i love the way you capture the feeling in the poem your a great poet
It seems like a commentary on human condition: the boy surrounded by warmth and love, and full of feelings, must grow old and die. The snowman lacking all such human condition, on the other hand, is content.
It is talking about the different of views... The boy feels sad about the snowman because it's in the outside cold storm...And at the same time, the snowman feels sad for the boy, although he gets cozy and warm home, and gets everything he wants, he still feels lonely and fear... It's my view...