Poetry Advent Calendar: 12th December

This poem always reminds me of the classic Christmas film The Snowman. As a child, Christmas wasn’t Christmas without that film, and it is one of the traditions that I still uphold today. Watch the last section here – it is the final scene which is somehow reminiscent of the poem below. Let me know what you think…

 

 

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.

 

Richard Wilbur

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