Winterscape
Fresh snow!
White,
Fluffy,
Light as air,
Fresh as a baby.
-- The dew of the heavens.
A. Henning
Most beautiful
Things made from ice-
the mist-flung creations;
snowthorns,
petal flakes
frost stems, slivered;
a rose silence-
These are things
most beautiful.
Things made from winter wind-
a pond homeless
a flock songless
Redoaks in flurry down
Small sparrow-sky,
brushy-clouds fly,
wings of quivered perfection.
These are the breath of God,
hoping, shivering
-and beautiful
Jk
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into a truly
curving form
enters my
soul
feels all small
facts dissolved
by the lewd guess
of fabulous immenisty
the sky screamed
the sun died)
the ship lifts
on seas of iron
breathing height, eating
steepness, the
ship climbs
murmuring silver mountains
which
disappeared(and
only
was night
and through only this night
a mighty form moves
whose passenger, and whose
pilot my spirit is
e.e.cummings
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