wat does the poem called dust of snow means?
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A number of interpretations have been suggested at : http://www.eliteskills.com/c/13213  Basically, the author is happy the crow has changed the way he felt about the day he was having.
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According to http://www.skoool.ie/skoool/examcentre_sc.asp?id=1252, themes are:\n\n"Themes\n\nThe theme of this poem is that a respectful distance between neighbours is the recipe for harmonious relationships:\n‘Good fences make good neighbors’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is a farmer’s pride in the wisdom passed down to him by his father:\n‘He will not go behind his father's saying’.\n \nThe poet portrays an unusual and dour country character:\n‘like an old-stone savage armed he moves in darkness’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is co-operation between neighbours:\n‘I let my neighbour know beyond the hill’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is that country people need their own space:\n‘We keep the wall between us as we go’.\n\nThe poet explores the futility of a country custom:\n‘Oh, just another kind of outdoor game’.\n\nThe poet suggests there are mysterious forces at work in nature:\n‘Something there is that doesn't love a wall,\nThat wants it down’.\n\nThe poet shows the different types of agriculture in his locality:\n‘He is all pine and I am apple orchard’.\n\nThe theme is the way some people keep to themselves, no matter what:\n‘He moves in darkness as it seems to me’.\n\nThe theme is the mental struggle between two neighbours who appear to co-operate on a physical task while they are very different in outlook:\n‘There were it is we do not need the wall’."
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This is a beautiful poem about losing a loved one..\n\nWhen I'm gone from your side, \nAnd all your tears have been dried ...\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep, \n\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\n\n\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow;\n\nI am the diamond glints on snow;\n\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain; \n\nI am the gentle autumn's rain.\n\n\n\n\nWhen you awaken in the morning hush, \n\nI am the swift uplifting rush \n\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\n\nI am the soft star that shines at night.\n\n\n\n\nAnd when you stroll in the evening hours, \n\nAnd smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;\n\nThere'll be no need to sob and cry ...\n\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\n\n~ Author Unknown ~
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http://www.christmas-time.com/ct-bleakmid.htm\nthe poem
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poem by Mary E. Frye: \n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep \nI am not there. I do not sleep. \nI am a thousand winds that blow \nI am the diamond glints on snow. \nI am the sunlight on ripened grain \nI am the gentle autumn rain. \nWhen you awaken in the morning's hush, \nI am the swift uplifting rush \nOf quiet birds in circled flight. \nI am the soft stars that shine at night. \nDo not stand at my grave and cry. \nI am not there: I did not die \n\nthe singer name is lizzie west
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"All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to the dust again. Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth" (Ecclesiastes 3:20-21).\n\n"then the dust shall return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return to God who gave it" (Ecclesiastes 12:7).
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It is the Immigrant Song, but the first person is telling you incorrect lyrics.  It's really:\n\nWe come from the land of the ice and snow, where the midnight sun and the harsh wind blows.\n\nIt's a song about Vikings conquering new places.
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It's a sonnet by William Wordsworth...The title is generally accepted as being\n\nSonnet: The world is too much with us
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After Years\n   \n \n  Today, from a distance, I saw you\nwalking away, and without a sound\nthe glittering face of a glacier\nslid into the sea. An ancient oak\nfell in the Cumberlands, holding only\na handful of leaves, and an old woman\nscattering corn to her chickens looked up\nfor an instant. At the other side\nof the galaxy, a star thirty-five times\nthe size of our own sun exploded\nand vanished, leaving a small green spot\non the astronomer's retina\nas he stood on the great open dome\nof my heart with no one to tell.  \n \nreminds me of The Police "King of Pain"\n\nThere's a little black spot on the sun today\nIt's the same old thing as yesterday\nThere's a black hat caught in a high tree top\nThere's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop\n\nI have stood here before inside the pouring rain\nWith the world turning circles running 'round my brain\nI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign\nBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain\n\nThere's a little black spot on the sun today\nThat's my soul up there\nIt's the same old thing as yesterday\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a black hat caught in a high tree top\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop\nThat's my sould up there\n\nI have stood here before inside the pouring rain\nWith the world turning circles running 'round my brain\nI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign\nBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain\nThere's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web\nThat's my soul up there\n\nI have stood here before inside the pouring rain\nWith the world turning circles running 'round my brain\nI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign\nBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
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"The Peace of Wild Things."  by Wendell Berry \n\nWhen despair grows in me\nand I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound\nin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,\nI go and lie down where the wood drake\nrests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.\nI come into the peace of wild things\nwho do not tax their lives with forethought\nof grief. I come into the presence of still water.\nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars\nwaiting for their light. For a time\nI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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It is a metaphor for death, a topic every poet dwells on from time to time.  Everything decays away in time, even mountains.
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My clothing is still,\nwhen I traverse the earth, \nor leave a house,\nor stir up the seas.\nThis lofty air recedes me \nwith my trappings \nbeyond the heroes bend,\nthen widely, \nthe strength of the clouds\nhides me from folk.\nSounding loud and singing bright, \nthey sing of my armour, \nyet I nearby am not\nto water and earth\nto sailor's breath.\n\n \n\n\n\n\n(A note on transcription of pesky OE letters: The above poem is rendered as a jpeg in order to show the OE letters, thorn and eth. That option isn't feasible for the following essay and thus I have switched to using 'th' for both.)\n\n \n\nSome Observations\nA common answer given for this riddle is "Swan".(1) The symbolism in this riddle has some interesting connections with that of the Swan in Celtic cultures. (Don't mix up the Anglo-Saxons with the Celts. These are different peoples. But in some places, they lived in close proximity to each other leading to the possibility of cross-fertilization.)\n\nTo the Celts, the swan was related to music. In the above riddle there are several lines devoted to singing. The swan also commanded the three elements mentioned in the riddle: air (hea lyft, wolcna strengu), water (wado drefe, flode), and earth (hrusan trede, foldan). And the swan was also linked to travel between this world and the Otherworld. (2) The final word of the riddle, "gæst" means both "guest" and "spirit,soul,ghost." (3)\n\nA bit further afield than the Celts, in Serbian folklore, the swan was conected to the vile (sg. vila, remember them from the fourth Harry Potter book?).(4) The vile were woodland nymphs which seems a bit of a stretch, but one word in the poem might indicate a connection. "Hryste" is listed in Clark Hall as meaning either jewels or "hillock or wooded immenence."\n\nLL
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Snow \nTo see snow in your dream, signifies your inhibitions, repressed/unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions. You may also be feeling indifferent, alone and neglected. If the snow is melting then it suggests that you are acknowledging and releasing those emotions you have repressed. You are overcoming your fears and obstacles. If the snow is dirty, then it refers to a loss in innocence, impurity and uncleanness. Some aspect of yourself or situation has been tainted. \n\nTo dream that you are watching the snow fall, represents a clean start and a fresh, new perspective. It is indicative of spiritual peace and tranquility. \n\nTo dream that you are playing in the snow, indicates that you need to set some time for fun and relaxation. \n\nTo dream that you find something in the snow, suggests that you are exploring and accessing your unused potential, abilities, and talents. You have uncovered some hidden talent and ability within yourself. It may also indicate forgiving yourself or others.
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Sometimes by Sheila Pugh \n    \nSometimes things don't go, after all \nfrom bad to worse. Some years muscadel \nfaces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail, \nsometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. \n\nA people sometimes will step back from war; \nelect an honest man; decide they care \nenough, that they can't leave some stranger poor. \nSome men become what they were born for. \n\nSometimes our best efforts do not go \namiss; sometimes we do as we mean to. \nThe sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow \nthat seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
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This poem is really a good poem... Yes it is a good peom... The meaning is not deep but when you want a deeper meeanig then put the words into your life then you will understand the real meaning of the peom\n\nDesiderata \n\nGo placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story. \n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans. \n\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism. \n\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass. \n\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself. \n\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. \n\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. \n\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. \n\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952
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It is not a poem. It is originally from the novel by Charles Dickens,  A Tale of Two Cities.  It is the opening sentence to the novel.  The actual quote is: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.   It is one of the most famous lines in all of literature and quoted very often.  I believe the sentence concerns the French Revolution.
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I think of a tombstone with a rose on top. It was because I thought the lyrics say "Kiss from a Rose on the Grave." But it actually says, "Kiss from a Rose on the Grey." I also picture a snow covered winter scene with trees with no leaves on them and maybe a snow owl. This is because of the lyrics "Did you know, when it snows, my eyes become large and the light which you shine can been seen." So I picture a pure white snow scene.