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Monday, November 4, 2013

the light moved slowly




It Was Beginning Winter

by Theodore Roethke


It was beginning winter.
An in-between time.
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.

It was beginning winter.
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.

Light traveled over the wide field;
Stayed.
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.






It was beginning winter....








And now the eyes must suddenly adjust. How to see, white on white? This slow light.















4 comments:

  1. I've just written this out on a piece of card. slowly savouring each line. It's beautiful. Thank You for that little calm thing.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem and for your lovely photo essay.

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  3. These are beautiful, as always. I'm struggling a bit today, marking really mediocre essays, and the beauty helped, as beauty always does.

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  4. Lovely Buddha in a snowsuit! True, the eyes have to adjust. Thanks for the loveliness.

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