Eric Ewazen - The Buck in the Snow

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White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow
Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doe
Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go
Tails up, with long leaps lovely and slow
Over the stone-wall into the wood of hemlocks bowed with snow

Now lies he here, his wild blood scalding the snow

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers
The buck in the snow
How strange a thing, — a mile away by now, it may be
Under the heavy hеmlocks that as the moments pass
Shift their loads a littlе, letting fall a feather of snow —
Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe

Release Date: January 01, 1983

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