lunes, 21 de abril de 2008


CUADRO: La pie de Claude Monet, 1868. Musée D'Orsay (París)

Blizzard, 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.

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