The Snow that never drifts -
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now -
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear -
Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibit -
Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be -
We buy with contrast - Pang is good
As near as memory -
This is a good poem for Emily. She got through two stanzas before lapsing into incoherence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahaha me too lawrence, legit couldn't understand the last two stanzas. maybe it's just bc my brain's too small for this, , , , ,