In the thick of a teeming snowfall I saw my shadow on snow. I turned and looked back up at the sky, Where we still look to ask the why Of everything below.
If I shed such a darkness,
If the reason was in me,
That shadow o£ mine should show in form
Against the shapeless shadow of storm,
I turned and looked back upward. The whole sky was blue; And the thick flakes floating at a pause Were but frost knots on an airy gauze, With the sun shining through.
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