Let it snow, let it snow
Snow is a wonderful thing when one's job is teaching English. Not only are there great poems to study, such as Emily Dickinson's "It sifts from Leaden Sieves," but one is periodically told to stay home until the world becomes a safer place. I am certainly glad the snow (if that is what her poem is "about") stilled this artisan.
IT sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain,—
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem,—
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen,—
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
IT sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain,—
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem,—
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen,—
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
posted by Illuminated Script at 11:58 AM
6 Comments:
Matt,
i think you are correct about the time zone thing. i'll have to play around to fix this. So while you in the mood to give advice, how is it that there is a major gap on the top right of my blog--i don't even know where to go to fix it.
space on the right, or the left? i hate that space on the right -- how they limit your Posts to a thin column. furthmore, the damn thing won't let me indent paragraphs. it even tries to take away the double-spaces between sentences. i didn't get an "A" in Editing to be bamboozled by some upstart blog program... (yeah, i know, my capitalization skills are impeccable.)
Matt -- you beat me to it! i've loved that one every since Bill Mallonee wrote a song sharing the "title." how about this one, i think i may have heard it first from you, Mike:
He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees
Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, --
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.
PS: yeah, i think your "Time Zone" is set on "Pacific." change under "Settings" at your "Dashboard." then everything will be "Okay."
rew,
thanks. ED added these lines to "He fumbles..." (at least I think this is the poem--nonetheless they are some of the most chilling lines i've encountered):
Winds hold Forests in their Paws
The Universe is still--
there's a way to do the formatting in the html settings, if you want to bother figuring out how the hell it works. it seems really complicated, but i bet someone w/ better computer skills than me could do it.
and i'm w/ roland, what's with the lack of indenting? dr. hanna would not be pleased.
show off.
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