The Linnet's Wings The Winter´s Tale, Ravens and Robins - Page 74

The Winter´s Tale Old Snow by James Graham Long before light he wakes and crosses the chill slate fl oor. He opens the door to the snow; a little cataract falls and shatters. This snow, the same since ages of the wild ox and mammoth, is the fi rst deep snow that will inspire him. He leaps, and cannot see its surface; with all the levers of his body leaps again. He touches, sifts and shivers - and now runs though the moon-pale house to the big bed, and tumbles into the middle space. The seed from which he grew contained the joy of snow. 74