The Quiet Snow
The quiet snow
Will splotch
Each in the row of cedars
With a fine
And patient hand;
Numb the harshness,
Tangle of that swamp.
It does not say, The sun
Does these things another way.
Even on hats of walkers,
The air of noise
And street-car ledges
It does not know
There should be hurry.
~~
Raymond Knister (1899-1932)
from Collected Poems, 1949
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]
Raymond Knister biography
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