Thursday, January 1, 2004

A Winter's Tale Comments

Rating: 3.1

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

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David Herbert Lawrence
COMMENTS
Edward Kofi Louis 02 January 2015

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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Magnificent poem and very hearty to read it.

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