Snowfall in the Afternoon1The grass is half-covered with snow.It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoonAnd now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.2If I reached my hands down near the earthI could take handfuls of darkness!A darkness was always there which we never noticed.3As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther awayAnd the barn moves nearer to the house.The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.4The barn is full of corn and moves toward us nowLike a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years.
by Robert Bly
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The poem "Snowfall in the Afternoon" paints a vivid picture of an afternoon snowfall, where the grass is gradually concealed beneath white. The imagery evokes a sense of encroaching darkness as the little houses made by grass become less visible. The speaker contemplates the darkness that has always been present, yet overlooked, suggesting a deeper awareness of the subtle transformations in their environment.

As the snowfall intensifies, familiar elements like cornstalks and a barn become obscured, with the barn seemingly approaching the house as if propelled by the storm. This personification of the barn and the comparison to a ship lost in a tempest convey feelings of isolation and disconnection, highlighting the weight of the snowfall while also revealing how we often miss the underlying truths that exist around us.

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