I forgot that the days were getting narrower. It explains so much--in the absence of snow or the very cold temperatures I am used to--about winter when I stop and realize the days have been shortening for a long while now, and we approach the midpoint of the year. And they will lengthen again.
A long time ago
, I mentioned my writing
, and some of you kindly expressed interest in reading a snippet before the book came out. Well--I've seen a lot of Santa Lucia
today, and it reminded me of this poem. It's for my friend L.D., who is also a poet and writes beautifully, amazingly.
(I dreamt you)
(I dreamt you were a little girl in a flannel nightgown shoveling snow
(I dreamt you were shoveling snow)
(I dreamt you were shoveling snow, the snow falling around you, your white nightgown, your black hair)
On Hmong New Year a little girl waits on the train platform
in a pink pleated skirt with jingles
Crows have been flocking every night for a week to the trees nearby
there is still no sign of you
You are passing just outside the window
Your black hair
your white nightgown
Finally the days lengthen, at first
such small increments I don't notice (north of here: candles)
In my dream you ride a horse by the window every night
Your black hair the white snow
The white horse, the black horse
(I dreamt you)
(I dream a white gown against white)
(The night rides closer to us
black on snow)
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So there's a taste. Of course, it's not all like this--bony and spare and wintery. But here we are on Santa Lucia's day, and it just occurred to me to post it. The formatting might not show up quite right--it ought to have line-internal spacing in some places--but that's just another reason to buy the book when it's released, right?
And of course, please do credit any reposting or pasting you do. I know photos go astray and how much easier it is, in this ethery online world, to take words and then forget whose they were! But these are my children and I would be very sorry if they were lost.
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Here's to more light, more peace.