David Gascoyne

(10 October 1916 - 25 November 2001 / London / England)

Snow In Europe - Poem by David Gascoyne

Out of their slumber Europeans spun
Dense dreams: appeasements, miracle, glimpsed flash
Of a new golden era; but could not restrain
The vertical white weight that fell last night
And made their continent a blank.

Hush, says the sameness of the snow
The Ural and Jura now rejoin
The furthest Arctic's desolation. All is one;
Sheer monotone: plain, mountain; country, town:
Contours and boundaries no longer show.

The warring flags hang colourless a while;
Now midnight's icy zero feigns a truce
Between the signs and seasons, and fades out
All shots and cries. But when the great thaw comes,
How red shall be the melting snow, how loud the drums!

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  • Rookie Ephraim Schwartz (8/3/2012 9:07:00 AM)

    A beautiful and sad poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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