No one like William Carlos Williams to capture the simple transcendence of snowfall. The poet’s piece “Blizzard,” below, beautifully captures the private feeling of loneliness that heavy snow can instill. It seemed like a fitting piece to share now that much of the country is immersed in the thick of winter.
BlizzardSnow:years of anger followinghours that float idly down —the blizzarddrifts its weightdeeper and deeper for three daysor sixty years, eh? Thenthe sun! a clutter ofyellow and blue flakes —Hairy looking trees stand outin long alleysover a wild solitude.The man turns and there —his solitary track stretched outupon the world.
This post is part of my ongoing collaboration with Zeteo Journal.