Thursday, February 25, 2010

Winter, hell + snow - poetically

late

Too dark?

Even a son brand-new-ish and cute as ours can't dispel astounding grim-ness of this winter.

And so...

You must ask yourself:
where is it snowing?

White of forgetfulness, of desecration—
It is snowing on earth; the cold wind says

Persephone is having sex in hell.
Unlike the rest of us,
she doesn't know what winter is,
only that she is what causes it.


from Persephone the Wanderer, Louise Gl├╝ck

love
and wet snow
c

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