Wednesday, February 10, 2010

"First Snow" by Mary Oliver

From the poem "First Snow" by Mary Oliver (yes I know we're way past that)

The snow

began here,

this morning and all day

continued, its white

rhetoric everywhere

calling us back to why, how,

whence such beauty and what

the meaning; such

an oracular fever! flowing

past windows, an energy ti seemed

would never ebb, never settle.....

1 comment:

  1. I prefer the free form of Mary Oliver's poetry...but I can just imagine your friend Tom reciting to you from memory, the measured and delightful winter poem.