Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares
With purple lights in the canyoned street.
The fiery sign on the dark tower wreathes and flares...
The trodden grass in the park is covered with white,
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A city life and its different characters are included in the poem about snow and it is wonderfully carved out. A nice beautiful poem.
This poem does have beauty. It is beautiful like a boa constrictor- sleek, graceful, powerful, perfect in its design. A raw, tortured look at life under a blanket of gilded snow.