White Words

Frederic Prokosch

Making the land more white, more wide,
Winter has come and slid a slight Cold sword into my less cold side Slowly, and made the land more white,
Closer about me, and made place In me for what alone is white Till even your hand and hair and face Gleam as the snow gleams in the night.

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