The Buck in the Snow

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (circa 1923)

White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow,
Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doe
Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go,
Tails up, with long leaps lovely and slow,
Over the stone-wall into the wood of hemlocks bowed with snow.

Now lies he here, his wild blood scalding the snow.

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers
The buck in the snow.
How strange a thing, -- a mile away by now, it may be,
Under the heavy hemlocks that as the moments pass
Shift their loads a little, letting fall a feather of snow
Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.

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[Choiboi1994]

though is was good you made the video so it was like those star wars intro sort of thing. the 2nd stanza is one line for a purpose and you can't really see that in ur video, o well

[Irishglen6]

Haunting, but so beautiful...Millay remains my favorite poet since childhood

Irish.

[Irishglen6]

I have about 40 favorites, but keep coming back to this one...It haunts me, so beautiful, so insired. Thank You!

Irish