Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

What The Snow Man Said - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Moon’s a snowball. See the drifts
Of white that cross the sphere.
The Moon’s a snowball, melted down
A dozen times a year.

Yet rolled again in hot July
When all my days are done
And cool to greet the weary eye
After the scorching sun.

The moon’s a piece of winter fair
Renewed the year around,
Behold it, deathless and unstained,
Above the grimy ground!

It rolls on high so brave and white
Where the clear air-rivers flow,
Proclaiming Christmas all the time
And the glory of the snow!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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