I Looked At The Snow Poem by Alexander Meshkoff

I looked at the snow, thinking to be white
Because the darkness was inside.
I looked at Adam, thinking to be first
But he was sober and I’ve got thirst.
I looked at the death, thinking to be dead,
But mowed down all the others
She let me eat my bread.
I looked at the stone, thinking to be solid
But limply softened, I prefered not to be worried
I looked at foliage of trees soughed to me with hope:
“Now you’re not an oak, nor a fir,
You’re a seed now! Do prefer:
Spill into the soil and triple yourself
For man could make an oil to feed himself”.
There are lot of saints on the side of God
Among them to sit not so easy, odd.
You don’t try the horns of the evil calf
Firstly try yourself, that would be enough.
In one age or two, when your dreams grow strong,
And your wires yelp ‘cause you wait too long,
You’ll be torn like silk, like envelope brown
Doesn’t matter what was there written down.
If a voiceless man now could read your script
For the gift of speaking he would kiss Lord’s feet
And exchanged his soul for the right to talk
He’d those words beat out on a massive rock.
Whether because you were looking too long at the snow,
Now your hair is whiter than paper
Whether because you were trying the fate of Adam
Now you order another drink later.
Whether because the ill shadows of death
Carried away your attention
Now you freeze through in the new afterlife dimension.