“Blizzard” by William Carlos Williams
Snow:
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.
We'll be starting WCW in class on Monday. Would enjoy another post from you on this poet. Thanks for this poem. I've not read it before.
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