So here in Maryland, the snow is not deep on the ground,
but I am posting this poem by Kenneth Patchen anyway:
The
Snow Is Deep on the Ground
The snow
is deep on the ground.
Always
the light falls
Softly
down on the hair of my belovèd.
This is a
good world.
The war
has failed.
God shall
not forget us.
Who made
the snow waits where love is.
Only a
few go mad.
The sky
moves in its whiteness
Like the
withered hand of an old king.
God shall
not forget us.
Who made
the sky knows of our love.
The snow
is beautiful on the ground.
And
always the lights of heaven glow
Softly
down on the hair of my belovèd.
Kenneth Patchen, “The Snow Is Deep on the Ground” from Collected
Poems. Copyright 1943 by Kenneth Patchen. Reprinted with the
permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source: Selected Poems (New
Directions Publishing Corporation, 1957)
artist: Jane Newland
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