Snow

I, too, wonder about the big words in the poem.  Accretions, for instance, doesn't add anything to the sense of the poem.  The snow falling, it seems to me, is quiet, but the accretions themselves never had any sound to muffle.

I'm also a bit confused by the level of abstraction in the notion of the land going inexorably like lost certainty, faded belief.  These ideas are too vague and quite large, actually--they could be anything, so it  seems to me a reader could turn them into nothing. I'm also puzzled by the level of reality in the poem when everything concurs, because the personification is lost in an image that ultimately remains undefined.

I hope you find this helpful.