David Berman

(4 January 1967 / Williamsburg, Virginia)

Snow - Poem by David Berman

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.


Comments about Snow by David Berman

  • Gold Star - 13,486 Points Terry Craddock (4/1/2015 8:52:00 PM)

    Shooting Visiting Angels

    farmers got a gun
    everybody neighbours run
    everybody runs
    except trusting angels;

    a troop of angels shoot in the snow
    left are white snow angel's shapes
    left as silhouette shadows are snow angels
    where their angel bodies dissolved;

    where they falling hit fallen snow
    angels blessings from heaven
    iced out in a farmer's field below
    a farmer shoot visiting angels;

    like a flock of visiting geese
    because they were on his property
    but why were they on his property
    to bestow seasonal blessings;

    blessings from heaven
    ever notice how some people
    shoot their blessings
    shot all to hell;


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Written in April 2015 on the 2.4.2015.
    Inspired by the poem 'Snow' by David Berman.
    Dedicated to David Berman. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,486 Points Terry Craddock (4/1/2015 7:48:00 PM)

    Farmers got a gun, everybody runs, except trusting angels, a troop of angels shoot in the snow, left are snow angels, where their bodies dissolved, where they hit the snow, angels blessings from heaven, iced out in a farmer's field below, a farmer shoot angels like a flock of visiting geese, because they were on his property, but why were they on his property, to bestow seasonal blessings, blessings from heaven, ever notice how some people shoot their blessings to hell. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,890 Points Douglas Scotney (4/1/2015 7:34:00 PM)

    Aah! the challenge that facts pose to the lyrical poet (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,599 Points Kay Staley (4/1/2015 9:36:00 AM)

    Despite this poem being completely lacking in rhyme, I found that it was oddly refreshing...told in a narrative story type form with vague cues, the relationship between the brothers is quite realistic and identifiable. And what an interesting idea of snow...not my type of poem, but I will never view snow the same again. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,494 Points John Richter (4/1/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    Wow! This is my first introduction to Berman and I can only say 'Thank You Poemhunter'! ! ! This poem is absolutely genius - touching my heart in so many ways. Thank you thank you thank you - new fan of David Berman (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Omri Rosen (10/21/2004 7:56:00 PM)

    I first picked up 'Actual air' today, I became so infatuated with this poem.

    It's really marvelous, and the use of blank lines is excellent.
    I translated it into hebrew, that's how excited I am. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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