Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem of the Week: Snow-Flakes

It snowed here a little today, and we have a winter storm warning in effect until late tomorrow afternoon.  I hear the East Coast is getting dumped with snow, though.


Snow-Flakes
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.


Have a good weekend!

Miss Melody Muffin

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