Snow! Snow! Snow! – Poetry Friday

The last day of February finally brought the first magical snowfall of the season. Beautiful, fluffy snow everywhere. (And then rained on top of the snow. But let’s ignore the rain and focus on the snow.)

My kids got a half day thanks to the heavily falling snow and they spent a happy afternoon building forts, snowmen, throwing snowballs at each other, and drinking Hot Cocoa.

So today may be March 1st, but my mind is still on winter and snow.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
     Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
          Silent, and soft, and slow
          Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
     Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
     In the white countenance confession,
          The troubled sky reveals
          The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air
     Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
     Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
          Now whispered and revealed
          To wood and field.

The hypnotic quality of the lines “Silent, and soft, and slow/ Descends the snow” when you read this poem aloud gives me the shivers.

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4 Responses to Snow! Snow! Snow! – Poetry Friday

  1. These are my favorite lines from your chosen poem for the week:

    This is the secret of despair,
    Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
    Now whispered and revealed
    To wood and field.

    – oh, to find that song of despair – and reveal it to wood and field. So beautiful. Sending you snowflakes from a city that revels in humidity and winter sun.

  2. Linda Baie says:

    My goodness, this is so beautiful. Before I read your last lines I had copied those same ones to comment that they are my favorites. But I love the cadence of them, too, they slow one down, like snow falling. How brilliant is that! Thanks for this-we just had a little wisp of snow this afternoon, still winter here in Colorado.

  3. “Out of the bosom of the air” is such an amazing image. Enjoy your snowflakes.

  4. Tabatha says:

    I agree with the others — beautiful, Katya! The sound of the poem does echo snowfall, doesn’t it? Glad you and your family had a snow day.