Friday, 16 January 2009

on the earth, bitter
black frost, and a winding sheet of snow,
upon her withered breast, and
deep within me, dread
and ice"
Jessica Macbeth.

"Brew me a cup for a winters night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I`ll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair"
Minnia Thomas Antrim.

"Long yellow rushes bending
above the white snow patches;
purple and gold ribbon
of the distant wood:
what an angle
you make with each other as
you lie there in contemplation"
William Carlos Williams.

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