I don't love today. But I love this poem. It's by William Carlos Williams.
Blizzard
Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
I do love this poem too. I hope your week improves Jane!
ReplyDeleteThanks Hila. It sure did.
DeleteI love your poems for xday. They really turn out to become that day's poem... lines reapeating themselves over and over and over and modulating the way you breathe and think that day.
ReplyDeleteI usually prefer Stevens to Williams and I love the two authors' relationship of disagreement and (usually) respect.
So here is Gubbinal. Not only a different sun, but also in response to your bad day:
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
Love your blog: when it's bright and when it's dark.
Thank you, Sofia. This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
DeleteThank you Jane for this piece of "wild solitude".
ReplyDeleteI was feeling sick with flu the Tuesday you published this poem, and it made my day!
-Naomi
Hope you're feeling much better!
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