Boy At The Window Poem by Richard Wilbur

Boy At The Window

Rating: 3.9


Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cheetah Girl 24 November 2008

great poem i love the way you capture the feeling in the poem your a great poet

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Tsira Goge 24 November 2009

When the fear leaves in the foreground, the boldness becomes more valuable... Sincere loneliness everywhere are the identical... The big poem and a theme so..

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Shuqin Liu 14 April 2005

It is talking about the different of views... The boy feels sad about the snowman because it's in the outside cold storm...And at the same time, the snowman feels sad for the boy, although he gets cozy and warm home, and gets everything he wants, he still feels lonely and fear... It's my view...

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Tk Sung 18 December 2007

It seems like a commentary on human condition: the boy surrounded by warmth and love, and full of feelings, must grow old and die. The snowman lacking all such human condition, on the other hand, is content.

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Kevin Patrick 12 March 2013

A duality of life, the snowman lives for such a short time, but its life is fulfilled in its place as being a snowman, whereas the child will live grow up to be a man, and forced to take the bonds of adulthood, the snowman dissolves to become water recycled in the cycle of life, the child’s tears are water too, but they cannot join the snowman, or be recycled in the natural flow of life. The child will grow up grow old and die. But never return in the guise of snow

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joe mama 17 March 2021

i hate this

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thick boi nolan 17 March 2021

it was an ok poem

1 2 Reply
lil pump 26 November 2020

i want some, may be your moms, idk

1 5 Reply
Thicc boi 12 October 2020

I want some good kush

1 4 Reply
a fat chicken nugget 30 April 2019

boi he thicccccc

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