Why poetry?

Poetry (I'm learning now I've graduated) isn't something you run across often outside of the classroom. But poetry is meant for more than just Monday, Wednesday, Friday from 3:00-4:00 so here is a place to always find poems and suggestions of more places to seek them out. You can agree or disagree with my choices, but my hope is that you'll be inspired to let poetry (the poems I find or ones you find on your own) be a part of your every day.

Friday, December 9, 2011

"Snow-Flakes" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It's been awhile since we've hung out with a classic poet so let's change that. While it's not snowing today, this lovely poem by our old friend Henry Wadsworth Longfellow felt in order for a December day. Enjoy!

Snow-Flakes
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.

Found at: http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/Longfellow/snow-flakes.htm

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