The Tablet Poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Anne-Marie Forker, Alamy
Snow
Then all the dead opened their cold palms
and released the snow; slow, slant, silent,
a huge unsaying, it fell, torn language; settled,
the world to be locked, local; unseen,
fervent earthbound bees around a queen.
The river grimaced and was ice.
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