Thursday, January 21, 2016

Delayed Reactions


FreeThinke said...

The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow
And what will poor Robin do then?

He'll sit in the barn
To keep himself warm
And tuck his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

~ Anonymous, or was it Mother Goose?

FreeThinke said...

________ The Snow Man ________

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

~ Wallace Stevens

-FJ said...

Stay warm, FT!

FreeThinke said...

_____________ THE SNOW FAIRY _____________


Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol'n away.


And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter's night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.

~ Claude McKay

FreeThinke said...

____________ SNOW DAY ___________

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.

In a while I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed,
the All Aboard Children's School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with -- some will be delighted to hear --

the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School,
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and -- clap your hands -- the Peanuts Play School.

So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.

~ Billy Collins

FreeThinke said...

A great time to get acquainted –– or reacquainted –– with THE SNOW QUEEN by Hans Christian Anderson, FJ.

'Tis my very favorite story of all time. I don't believe, despite his popular reputation, Anderson wrote primarily for children, though it was first read to me at age four, and I loved and was enthralled by it immediately. Possibly because my mother had a lovely contralto voice and great talent as a reader, but I've reread it ever few year ever since always with deepening appreciation for its great beauty.

-FJ said...

I hate to admit to being unfamiliar with it. I best go read it"

FreeThinke said...

The Online Text with illustrations may be found here:

You'll need to magnify it, of course.

Not the best way to be introduced to such a tale, but better than missing it altogether.

The very beginning supplies the main point of the story –– i.e. the way we experience phenomena depends on the point of view we bring to each new situation.

beamish said...

Shrink the OODA loop-hole ;)