David Berman

(4 January 1967 / Williamsburg, Virginia)

Snow - Poem by David Berman

Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
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Comments about Snow by David Berman

  • (12/8/2017 12:40:00 PM)

    boooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • (12/7/2017 12:13:00 PM)

    When was this written? I need the exact date. (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2017 11:16:00 AM)

    Why did you end it there? (Report) Reply

  • (11/30/2017 9:02:00 AM)

    sometimes i wonder is this the first time you lived or have you died before
    1000000000 of times
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  • (11/21/2017 10:24:00 AM)

    hi kmms this is ur boy i am awesome and dope and cool and awesome (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2017 10:54:00 AM)

    Farmer with a gun who shoots angels

    Seems legit
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  • Lopamudra Kajolika (9/26/2017 11:45:00 AM)

    Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.
    A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.

    A nicely penned poem, thanks for the lovely poem shared.
    10 for it.
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  • Terry Craddock (4/1/2015 8:52:00 PM)

    Shooting Visiting Angels

    farmers got a gun
    everybody neighbours run
    everybody runs
    except trusting angels;

    a troop of angels shoot in the snow
    left are white snow angel's shapes
    left as silhouette shadows are snow angels
    where their angel bodies dissolved;

    where they falling hit fallen snow
    angels blessings from heaven
    iced out in a farmer's field below
    a farmer shoot visiting angels;

    like a flock of visiting geese
    because they were on his property
    but why were they on his property
    to bestow seasonal blessings;

    blessings from heaven
    ever notice how some people
    shoot their blessings
    shot all to hell;

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Written in April 2015 on the 2.4.2015.
    Inspired by the poem 'Snow' by David Berman.
    Dedicated to David Berman.
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  • Terry Craddock (4/1/2015 7:48:00 PM)

    Farmers got a gun, everybody runs, except trusting angels, a troop of angels shoot in the snow, left are snow angels, where their bodies dissolved, where they hit the snow, angels blessings from heaven, iced out in a farmer's field below, a farmer shoot angels like a flock of visiting geese, because they were on his property, but why were they on his property, to bestow seasonal blessings, blessings from heaven, ever notice how some people shoot their blessings to hell. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2015 7:34:00 PM)

    Aah! the challenge that facts pose to the lyrical poet (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2015 9:36:00 AM)

    Despite this poem being completely lacking in rhyme, I found that it was oddly refreshing...told in a narrative story type form with vague cues, the relationship between the brothers is quite realistic and identifiable. And what an interesting idea of snow...not my type of poem, but I will never view snow the same again. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    Wow! This is my first introduction to Berman and I can only say 'Thank You Poemhunter'! ! ! This poem is absolutely genius - touching my heart in so many ways. Thank you thank you thank you - new fan of David Berman (Report) Reply

  • (10/21/2004 7:56:00 PM)

    I first picked up 'Actual air' today, I became so infatuated with this poem.

    It's really marvelous, and the use of blank lines is excellent.
    I translated it into hebrew, that's how excited I am.
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