Covering the land? XVII. Greenland I seek, above all, in the wandering With sun’s warmth wasted on a stone, Is it almost honey, is it snow? I’ve drifted somewhat from the distant heart Winds blow sharp, what then? But snow has gathered there, has piled up, snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes, And M?re Chose’s square of world, even as they Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper Lucky the bell?still full and deep of throat, Although December’s frost killed the winter crop, At San Biagio, in the […]
Open to Hope
A Poem in Memory of Stephan
Saturday, March 31, 2007