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And Then it Was White…

December 8, 2012

As I am still remembering my London adventures, a few lines from Robert Bridges’ poem “London Snow” were chosen to accompany my latest wintery photographs. You won’t find any city scenes, yet the imagery of snow slowly falling down and down seemed to fit perfectly:

When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;
Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;
Lazily and incessantly floating down and down…






2 Comments leave one →
  1. December 9, 2012 12:43 pm

    fabulous frostings – confess I did not know the poem

    • December 11, 2012 1:05 pm

      Hi, Laura, Thank you for your nice comment. The poem is actually a lot longer, I just used the first few lines as I loved the imagery of snow “floating down and down” (been doing that all day again!). Take care, K.

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