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>An: [log in to unmask]
>Betreff: Re: poets and stamps
>Datum: Don, 8. Mär 2001 19:38 Uhr
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>I know this is considered wierd by anyone who did not grow up in the North, 
>but I love snow and blizzards. 

And so do I. Used to work as a ski teacher during school vacations...aah,
those were the days!
To say it with Brooke: 

The day that youth had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
Those scatter'd friends
Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,
And laughed with him and sung with him and wasted,
In feast and wine and many-crown'd carouse,
The days and nights and dawnings of the time
When youth kept open house.

> It is stunningly white and beautiful, and 
>we've had none for years like this.

....and it muffles all sound!

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there was some mistake,
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

> If you have read Rupert Brook's poem 
>about snow, it is like that.  

Which poem are you referring to, Nancy?


Gunnar