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.


David Herbert Lawrence
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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