This poem in shapes of a six-cornered snowflakes recalls the experience of seeing snow fall over the city of Prague. The closing line is an ode to the beauty of snow, "Over Prague of the hundred towers, jumbled roofs, the winter river, the recounciling bridge, down our endangered air, forgiving snow cajoles the earth in musical notes yet." Illustrations as wood engravings of Prague buildings in the shape of snowflakes to accompany the poem were done by Dean Bornstein. -- Source of annotation: Marvin or Ruth Sackner.