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Snow-White (Free verse) by vulcan

They cannot make me smile,these baleful balls of snow Though they've made me a snowman Of swelling red nose,wrapped up in a gown of Sorrow. As still as Death that speaks not but overwhelms I move on like a ghost embracing the Night. Through the howling storm and the White-Cloaks'scowl I walk on with my Soul And a murmur now unsound "O my unconquerable Sole!"

batonrouge 14-Oct-02/12:50 PM
If the baleful balls have to do with wailing sirens, as you say, then why would you even consider smiling? Who are you referring to when you say 'they', the snow balls? If the snowballs are your antagonist, then being one of your poem's "main characters", why did you not capitalize snowballs as you did Sorrow, Death, and Soul, etc, to give the word more personality and character? Anyway, I liked your poem overall.




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