VERSE
Oliver, Mary
MARY OLIVER LAST WEEK OF WINTER Snow blows up from the southwest, two days of it, Wet, woolen snow, matting the oak trees and the side of the barn. But it's a lazy animal, a storm without...
...From the decks, in every direction, The snow is a blanket that can't cover The uprising of this new idea, whose time has come...
...The drifts can't hold, their collapsing crests Fold over, like waves in slow motion, falling Before the advancing ship Named Spring...
...But it's a lazy animal, a storm without bones...
Vol. 105 • March 1978 • No. 6
