Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Poetry day at Bicycles and Icicles

I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.

From "The Winter's Spring" by John Clare,
from Poems of John Clare's Madness.

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(OK, OK, snow is pretty, yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm ready
for some dirt, dammit! Let's get on with spring.)

2 comments:

the old bag said...

Tell it! Enough with the yadda, yadda -- let's on with it!

gwadzilla said...

I need dirt as well