“Blizzard” by William Carlos Williams–
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
This is beautiful, but I’m not sure that New England is going to appreciate this until they dig their way out of the blizzard headed their way. I lived in New England and I know what it feels like to be in a blizzard. You did a great job.
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This is amazing! It is a wonderful poem! I live in Holland and there are no blizzards there, but yeah.. Great job! Love to read more of these poems.
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