It's snowing this afternoon and there are no flowers.
There is only this sound of falling, quiet and remote,
Like the memory of scales descending the white keys
Of a childhood piano- outside the window, palms!
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i really think this poem has so much meaning. im reading it in school and i absolutly love it. this is what i got from it... this man is looking outside and he sees snow, he starts to remember everything he has forgotten, his childhood expecially. i get that he talks about having a fiance (like the memory of a white dress cast down) that has died just like everything else, and like melting snow, everything that seems wonderful eventually fades away and is only a lost memory. i dont know if i got the meanig right, but either way, i love the poem!