Listening To The Snow Go to sleep, go to sleep. Let us cover up all the harsh edges of the world. Let us settle over the dead and unburied, Let our deep drifts pile against your gravestones and erase the dates, and then the names. When you think of one, you think of all the dead - They are no more separate than we are. Listen to what we show you: this white silence. Go to sleep, go to sleep.
