A Snowfall In Peking Poem by Ananta Madhavan

A Snowfall In Peking



I

Wait and catch a rhythm,
Catch it as it falls
Slowly like a flake of snow
In a swirling wind:
Like a man who has no weight
Because he has no will.


When you catch a rhythm
Like a flake of snow,
It leaves a tear upon the palm
A dying tear it leaves,
Like a man who has no face
Because he has no will.


II


Snow has defined in black
The bare-branched tree -
Sparse ink on silken scroll -
The eye is tutored to exclude,
But not the brooding heart:
There's too much snow for art.


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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Wrote these small poems in Peking, China ('Beijing, PRC) in 1969-70, when I was there as an Indian mid-level diplomat, before the end of the Cultural Revolution.
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Kee Thampi 16 January 2014

really beauty in style and poetic in smell t leaves a tear upon the palm A dying tear it leaves, Like a man who has no face love to read it

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Kanniappan Kanniappan 14 January 2014

I read this poem 'A Snowfall in Peking'. It is nice and interesting.

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