Since There Is No Escape
Since there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
. . .
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Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote; . . .
Skunk Hour
Nautilus Island’sNautilus Island’s Lowell once remarked, “The first four stanzas are meant to give a dawdling more or less amiable picture of a declining Maine sea town.” hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
her sheep still graze above the sea. . . .
Slant
If the angle of an eye is all,
the slant of hope, the slant of dreaming, according to each life,
what is the light of this city, . . .
Snow Day
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished, . . .
The Snow Is Deep on the Ground
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. . . .
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; . . .
The Snow-Storm
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air . . .
Snowflake
Timing’s everything. The vapor rises
high in the sky, tossing to and fro,
then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes . . .
Snowy Owl Near Ocean Shores
A castaway blown south from the artic tundra
sits on a stump in an abandoned farmer’s field.
Beyond the dunes cattails toss and bend as snappy . . .
