February 13, 2017
DANISH composer Bo Holten’s First Snow:
You lucid, lustrous, tender snow,
Who paint the landscape all one shade,
The living, dead, ugly, fair,
You color all things white.
You fled your mother’s tender arms
Into the air as blueish mist;
Turned home again one blizzard night,
So pure, but grim and cold.
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