from The Book of Snow
by Philip Mosley, translating from the French by François Jacqmin

copyright © Translation copyright Philip Mosley 2010

Snow
overlays snow and cancels out its whiteness.
Everything lives and dies out
like that.
Being keeps house; at a stroke it
settles
the squall or the propensity to reason why.
Original certainty remains
thus,
by distinguishing nothing from nothing.