Boy At The Window

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.

by Richard Wilbur

Comments (39)

How soft hearted, yet smart enough one has to be, to catch a glimpse of a sight and make the rest of the world to cry over it. Great stuff. Thanks for painting the boy by window in the correct perspective and sharing with us.Congrats for being the PoD.X
A very nice poem. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.
this is an amazing piece of poetry, its awesomely great. I love it
A beautiful concept. loved the emotion behind the words.
I enjoyed reading your poem. So much imagination. Having no wish to go inside and die huh? That made me chuckle despite the sad flavour of your verse. Your write well. Thanks for sharing. And congrats for making POD list. 👍
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