<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;">Snowfall<div><br></div><div><p style="padding-left: 90px;"><em>for my mother</em></p><p>Some time in the dark hours<br>it seemed I was a spark climbing<br>the black road<br>with my death helping me up<br>like a brother<br>growing<br>but this morning<br>I see that the silent kin I loved as a child<br>have arrived all together in the night<br>from the old country<br>they remembered<br>and everything remembers<br>I eat from the hands<br>of what for years have been junipers<br>the taste as not changed<br>I am beginning<br>again<br>but a bell rings in some village I do not know<br>and cannot hear<br>and in the sunlight snow drops from branches<br>leaving its name in the air<br>and a single footprint</p><p>brother</p><p><br></p><p><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- W.S. Merwin</p></div></div></body></html>