Old man in the crystal morning after snow, <br />Your throat swathed in a muffler, your bent <br />Figure building the snow man which is meant <br />For the grandchild's target, <br /> do you know <br />This fat cartoon, his eyes pocked in with coal <br />Nears you each time your breath smokes the air, <br />Lewdly grinning out of a private nightmare? <br />He is the white cold shadow of your soul. <br /> <br />You build his comic head, you place his comic hat; <br />Old age is not so serious, and I <br />By the window sad and watchful as a cat, <br />Build to this poem of old age and of snow, <br />And weep: you are my snow man and I know <br />I near you, you near him, all of us must die.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-old-man-in-the-crystal-morning-after-snow/
