305637, Rita Dove: Snow King Posted by jane eyre, Fri Aug-03-07 10:08 PM
Snow King
In a far far land where men are men and women are sun and sky The Snow King paces. And light throws a gold patina on the white spaces where sparrows lie frozen in hallways.
And he weeps for the sparrows, their clumped feathers: Where is the summer that lasts forever, with night as soft as antelope eyes? The Snow King roams the lime-filled spaces his cracked heart a slow fire, a garnet.
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