Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Snow - Poem by Walter de la Mare

No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,
Roof, - everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
‘Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint’ry ray,
And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.


Comments about Snow by Walter de la Mare

  • Robert Murray Smith (2/17/2017 5:07:00 PM)


    This poem captures the coldness of the icy environment, and its desolation. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/20/2015 4:22:00 PM)


    I think you should get someone who knows how to feel poetry. The voice has NO EXPRESSION! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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