Poetry

Snow
by Earl Bergland, 1972

You, patrons, venture to ensnare a snowflake
To minutely examine love's frailest crystal
To gain scientific data for the benefit of man.
Thereby exciting sensuous intellect to philosophize
Its merits for the intimate intra relationships
Of homo sapiens. Ah, the achievement of civilization!

I stalk the treacherous snow fatted mountains
Cursing and ranting at them to suffocate me
With a hurricane of love's avalanches.

Yet they hold back knowing, yea, even fearing
They would vapor be
In their crushing of me.



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