Hint: see his sonnet on his second wife Catherine, specifically the line--"...vested all in white--"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXVII)
Snow. Was last summer traipsing through a tale
Of mirey puddles? Ah. Tis wet fr'intents,
But with frore air presiding all's white hence
Or icy, like the curving claws that hail
From silent eaves, no scimiter--in pale
Excuse for fancied heights--but fringing thence
The void twixt roof and far below, a sense
Perchance of grasping in their scope's detail.
I look out half surprised all's buried fer
The umpteenth time, as flakes cavort now through
Unnumbered hours likeas soft mists in tour,
Sip that espresso foamed milk crowns anew
In thoughtful silence, not unlike that pure
Calm listning as snow falls in silence too.
17Feb19a
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Hint: see his sonnet on his second wife Catherine, specifically the line--"...vested all in white--"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXVII)
Snow. Was last summer traipsing through a tale
Of mirey puddles? Ah. Tis wet fr'intents,
But with frore air presiding all's white hence
Or icy, like the curving claws that hail
From silent eaves, no scimiter--in pale
Excuse for fancied heights--but fringing thence
The void twixt roof and far below, a sense
Perchance of grasping in their scope's detail.
I look out half surprised all's buried fer
The umpteenth time, as flakes cavort now through
Unnumbered hours likeas soft mists in tour,
Sip that espresso foamed milk crowns anew
In thoughtful silence, not unlike that pure
Calm listning as snow falls in silence too.
17Feb19a
"...all in white---" has such a sanctified sense, doesn't it? I've wisht countless times to amend the text notes on that reference since even David M. Mains failed to realize whence Milton culled that idea.
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