340th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 340th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
This poem is from Kenneth Patchen:
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.
What do you think?