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On Snow
Jonathan Swift


From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin,
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
Though candour and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to ensnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.
My parent and I produce one another,
The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.

This poem is in the public domain.


Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745) was an Irish author and clergyman who is best known for his novel, Gulliver's Travels; the book has never been out of print since its initial publication. Well-educated and well respected, Jonathan played an active role in British politics, often expressing his opinions in searing satirical works.



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Love it!
Posted 01/11/2023 09:58 PM
Wilda Morris:
Posted 01/11/2023 10:55 AM
Darrell Arnold:
What Larry said.
Posted 01/11/2023 08:52 AM
Larry Schug:
I'd call this poem brilliant!
Posted 01/11/2023 07:41 AM

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