What fool would feel His cheeks burn Because of the snow? Would he call it By a name, give it Breasts, features, Bare limbs? Would he call it A woman? (Surely then he would be A fool.) And see her, Warmed with the cold, Go upon the heads Of creatures Whose faces lean To the ground? Would he watch The compassion of Her eyes, That look, now up Now down, To the turn of The wind and The turn of The shivering minds She touches -- Motionless -- troubled? I ask you -- I ask you, my townspeople, What fool is this? Would he forget The sight of His mother and His wife Because of her? -- Have his heart Turned to ice That will not soften? What! Would he see a thing Lovelier than A high-school girl, With the skill Of Venus to stand naked -- Naked on the air? Falling snow and @3you up there -- waiting.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |