The perfection of snow in the paintings of Peder Mørk Mønsted (1859–1941)—a few more here instagram.com/p/CXTPy0uKMQS/
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Fair was the morning, fair our tempers, and
We had seen nothing fairer than that land,
Though strange, and the untrodden snow that made
Wild of the tame, casting out all that was
Not wild and rustic and old; and we were glad.
—Edward Thomas
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
—Wallace Stevens (from 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird')
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This one could be called 'The North Side of Snow'
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In this blue light
I can take you there,
snow having made me
a world of bone
seen through to.
—Jorie Graham []
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