Dec 2024
"...MORE FULL OF WEEPING..."
in the bedroom
from which he first
saw snow falling...
...snow
now
falls
he watches the ghost
of his young self
press his face
against the glass
snow sticking
to his reflection
amazed
that a world
can fall
into such a silence
hide itself
in a white quiet
snow falls
in the old bedroom
where his sister recited
his first Yeats....
kissed him
goodnight
snow clings
to peeling wall
blown against
the remembrance
of things long ago
forgotten
snow covering
his lost sister's voice
"...for the world's
more full of weeping
than you
can understand..."
*
I was about 6 at the time and a great big storm was building up outside and Junie was just saying this off the top of her head as the storm broke and her words were broken into by the thunder and lightening. It was like an incantation and I thought that the poem had conjured up the breaking heavens and that it would always happen when the words had their say. Oh the power of poetry on the very young!
in the bedroom
from which he first
saw snow falling...
...snow
now
falls
he watches the ghost
of his young self
press his face
against the glass
snow sticking
to his reflection
amazed
that a world
can fall
into such a silence
hide itself
in a white quiet
snow falls
in the old bedroom
where his sister recited
his first Yeats....
kissed him
goodnight
snow clings
to peeling wall
blown against
the remembrance
of things long ago
forgotten
snow covering
his lost sister's voice
"...for the world's
more full of weeping
than you
can understand..."
*
I was about 6 at the time and a great big storm was building up outside and Junie was just saying this off the top of her head as the storm broke and her words were broken into by the thunder and lightening. It was like an incantation and I thought that the poem had conjured up the breaking heavens and that it would always happen when the words had their say. Oh the power of poetry on the very young!
