Tuesday, January 28, 2014
First Snow, Kerhonkson by Diane di Prima
Blizzard once again in the swamps today.
Neighborhood boy headed for the only hill with his wooden 'sled'.
Let it snow. The deep South is a winter wonderland for the second time in a week. Unheard of! We sit and read and look up often, staring in wonder... xo
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This, then, is the gift the world has given me
(you have given me)
softly the snow
cupped in hollows
lying on the surface of the pond
matching my long white candles
which stand at the window
which will burn at dusk while the snow
fills up our valley
no friend will wander down
no one arriving brown from Mexico
from the sunfields of California, bearing pot
they are scattered now, dead or silent
or blasted to madness
by the howling brightness of our once common vision
and this gift of yours—
white silence filling the contours of my life.