Oh the slow fall of snow,
Its unending blanketing swirl!
Yet my mind’s eye was giving shape
To what couldn’t be kept hidden,
That in the white drifts each fleck
Is known, weighed, counted.
Oh you spinning dancing flakes,
Your tiny souls and personalities
Withstand gravity, weightlessness, wind,
In your coming and going
I see your destinies glide down,
Which you begin, fulfill, begin . . .
This one falls soft and like wool,
The next is crystal and tenacious,
The third’s a clenched fist of struggle.
Yet their white realm disperses by morning,
Thus one doesn’t die from the rest,
And they dissolve into the purest drop shapes.
Oh the world’s slow falling snow,
That race’s dense, blanketing swirl!
It perishes and not one fate melts alone.
We melt, but we are left behind
When death, the way spring wind thaws, overtakes
Us drops and comes together home in the womb.
(Franz Werfel)
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