{"id":1234,"date":"2008-06-15T17:18:35","date_gmt":"2008-06-15T17:18:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1234"},"modified":"2016-08-28T02:03:41","modified_gmt":"2016-08-28T01:03:41","slug":"the-snowflake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-snowflake\/","title":{"rendered":"The Snowflake"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Snowflake\"<\/p>\n

In a snowstorm, myself I once found
\nWith the fields and the trees all white around
\nDressed in black on this carpet of white
\nI slowly walked in the moons pale light.
\nAs around I gazed at this world of charm
\nA Single snowflake landed on my arm
\nI looked at it closely, saw how it was set,
\nAs slowly it melted in the heat of my breath
\nNow melted, about it I said in half jest,
\nLike the wine at Caana, the last was the best
\nIs it not wonderful how by nature we\u0092re deceived
\nEach looks like the other, yet each uniquely weaved!
\nOne in a million, none with a name..
\nAll different, peculiar, and yet: so much the same! <\/p>\n

This poem in Bulgarian<\/a> ! French <\/u><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In a snowstorm, myself I once found With the fields and the trees all white around Dressed in black on this carpet of white I slowly walked in the moons pale light. As around I gazed at this world of charm A Single snowflake landed on my arm I looked …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[232,90],"tags":[1397,12,1395,1394,1398,1396],"class_list":["post-1234","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nature-2","category-walking-verses","tag-caana","tag-nature","tag-snow","tag-snowstorm","tag-walking-in-snow","tag-weather","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-jU","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3112,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/bulgarian-translation-of-the-snowflake\/","url_meta":{"origin":1234,"position":0},"title":"\u0421\u043d\u0435\u0436\u0438\u043d\u043a\u0430\u0442\u0430","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th August 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"\u0412 \u0441\u043d\u0435\u0436\u043d\u0430 \u0431\u0443\u0440\u044f \u043f\u043e\u043f\u0430\u0434\u043d\u0430\u0445 \u0432\u0435\u0434\u044a\u0436 \u0421 \u043f\u043e\u043b\u044f \u0438 \u0434\u044a\u0440\u0432\u0435\u0441\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u043a\u0440\u0438\u0442\u0438 \u0432 \u0431\u044f\u043b\u043e \u0427\u0435\u0440\u043d\u0438 \u0440\u043e\u043a\u043b\u0438 \u0432\u044a\u0440\u0445\u0443 \u0442\u043e\u0437\u0438 \u0431\u044f\u043b \u043a\u0438\u043b\u0438\u043c \u0411\u0430\u0432\u043d\u043e \u0432\u044a\u0440\u0432\u044f\u0445 \u0432 \u0431\u043b\u0435\u0434\u0430 \u043b\u0443\u043d\u043d\u0430 \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0442\u043b\u0438\u043d\u0430 \u0418 \u0441\u0435 \u0432\u0433\u043b\u0435\u0436\u0434\u0430\u0445 \u0432 \u0437\u0430\u043e\u0431\u0438\u043a\u0430\u043b\u044f\u0449\u0438\u044f\u0442 \u043c\u0435 \u0447\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u0435\u043d \u0441\u0432\u044f\u0442 \u0422\u043e\u0433\u0430\u0437 \u0441\u0430\u043c\u043e\u0442\u043d\u0430 \u0441\u043d\u0435\u0436\u0438\u043d\u043a\u0430 \u043a\u0430\u0446\u043d\u0430 \u043d\u0430 \u0440\u044a\u043a\u0430\u0442\u0430 \u043c\u0438 \u0410\u0437 \u043f\u043e\u0433\u043b\u0435\u0434\u043d\u0430\u0445 \u043e\u0442 \u0431\u043b\u0438\u0437\u043e \u043d\u0435\u0436\u043d\u0430\u0442\u0430 \u0438 \u043c\u0440\u0435\u0436\u0430 \u041f\u0440\u0435\u0434\u0438 \u0442\u043e\u043f\u043b\u0438\u044f\u0442 \u043c\u0438 \u0434\u044a\u0445\u2026","rel":"","context":"In \"poems in Bulgarian\"","block_context":{"text":"poems in Bulgarian","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/tag\/poems-in-bulgarian\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":3119,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/flocon-de-neige\/","url_meta":{"origin":1234,"position":1},"title":"Flocon de Neige","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th August 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Dans une temp\u00eate de neige, je me suis d\u00e9j\u00e0 trouv\u00e9 Avec les champs et les arbres tout blancs autour Habill\u00e9 de noir sur ce tapis blanc J'ai march\u00e9 dans la lumi\u00e8re p\u00e2le de la lune Comme je regardais ce charmant monde Un flocon solitaire sur mon bras atterrit Je le\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "French Language Poetry"","block_context":{"text":"French Language Poetry","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/poems-in-other-languages\/french-language-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":2381,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-muses-cafe\/","url_meta":{"origin":1234,"position":2},"title":"The Muses Caf\u00e9","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th October 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Easons on Dublins O' Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses... appropiate for a bookshop! 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