David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,162 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (14) - Poem by David McLansky

(14) My Pale Snow White

My pale Snow White
Sleeps day and night,
And though I kiss her
Cherry bright,
On she sleeps
In her glass tomb
As sunlight creeps
Around the room.

Comments about The White Ship (14) by David McLansky

  • Gold Star - 55,199 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/16/2013 6:34:00 AM)

    sunlight creeps. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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