I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow. The walls that encompass me are miles in thickness, and though the roof touches my head, it reaches to the clouds. I am shut in from cities and from towns, from houses and from temples. I am separated from every living thing, from bird and animal and human kind. The sun and the moon and stars I can not see. There is no door nor window and no opening to the sky. The walls scarce give me space to stand; they press softly against my body. The beams of the roof rest upon my head, and when I bow in prayer they descend upon me. I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |