Friday, January 26, 2007

dotting the landscape


Such pleasant office have we long pursued

Incumbent o’er the surface of past time


--W. Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book IV


because for each piece of snow

that fell against

on a day

when I was 11


a moment now like old crystal

the light hits

through the afternoon window

they were married in 1905


mittens on string threaded

through the arms of a

coat

limbs

impervious to everything

winter

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