Thursday, November 8, 2012

Poetry Friday: The Snow Storm

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It's been a little colder than usual here in North Carolina, so I'm wondering if we will have any significant snowfall this winter. With that in mind, I've posted a poem called The Snow Storm by Edna St. Vincent Millay. 

The Snow Storm
No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.

9 comments:

  1. Lovely! I had to read it twice, once aloud, to appreciate it fully.

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  2. Yes this poem is really wonderful read aloud. Can't wait for some real snow here!

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  3. Sounds like winter to me! As calm and gentle as a witer's night.

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    1. I wouldn't mind a calm and gentle winter night followed by a snow day. Thank you, Matt!

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  4. The urgent snow...it certainly felt that way on Wednesday night, just as we were recovering from Sandy. Such a lovely poem, though, and that photograph adds to the experience.

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  5. Love the "flakes hexagonal" and the "horizontal snow." Hoping for plenty of snow in our neck of the woods this winter -- I'd like to XC ski again!

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