Friday, March 20, 2009


the Royal
Astronomer's late,
* hunched there, his mind aswirl with more *
than whimwhams of an emperor - all bemused
by signatures of something from above:
the daedal snowflake crystalizing in six.
Old thunders roll: "Hast entered
into the treasures of the snow?"
Not yet; but mind is given to know;
the great world to be known. Why six?
Perhaps no reason but exuberant joy?
Pattern's a pleasure; often nature plays
* not for rude truth but loveliness of line: *
item: this Gothic
set of

John Frederick Nims
The Six-cornered Snowflake


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