James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

White Fields - Poem by James Stephens

I

In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;

Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,

Every fence, and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.

II

Pointing out the way we came,
-Every one of them the same-

All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;

And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,

Where it is the children go.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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