February 11, 2004

A poem

I wrote this this morning. I was surprised at how easily it came, given that I've barely written any poetry since I came to Canada, and the few things I've done are mostly crappy. I like this one without having edited it, which is rare for me, a perfectionistic writer and poet.

Song of Winter

the way the snow falls sometimes
slowly, slifting, like leaves sinking in
water and bobbing: this I love

and I love, too, the winter's breath
which is cold and angry but bears
a grudging admiration for us few

who, living in these northern lands
of dark days and short summers,
do not flee to Florida, the sunny south

but stay to learn under the tutelage
of our frozen goddess; she shelters
us and smiles coldly upon us.

UpdateSome commenter wanted a rhyming poem, and I thought that was a good idea -- quite happy with the results:
the way sometimes the snow is falling
slowly, slipping, like leaves in water;
this I love, their sinking, bobbing

and, too, I love the breaths of winter
so cold and angry, but which bear
a sullen admiration, almost wonder

at we few who, burdened with cold cares,
don't flee to Florida, the sunny south
but stay to learn and live, to love these fair

north-lands, these places which for months
are white and barren, glistening
while we both scorn and crave the warmth.

The 'scorn and crave' phrase, you may note, is stolen from a hymn whose name I can't remember but which has the plaintive, lovely tune of "Let all mortal flesh keep silence". Redeemer people can probably help me out here; the line is "You [Christ] whom we both scorn and crave". I do like the poem better now, I think. Maybe I'll try to "rhymeize" more of my free-verse poetry.

Posted by Tim at February 11, 2004 09:18 PM | TrackBack
Comments

You read the Onion, too?! Tim, we have to hang out more. First Toothpaste for Dinner, then the Monster at the End of the Book, then Homestar Runner, and now The Onion! That's it, you're my new favorite Redeemer boy.

Posted by: Allison at February 11, 2004 10:55 PM

oh goody! maybe I'll put that at the top of my blog.

Posted by: Tim the Michigander at February 11, 2004 11:05 PM

oops i do not have the technical ability to do what i'm trying to. rest assured, i used what meagre html capabilities i had. also i do not know why i am not using capital letters right now.

Posted by: Tim the Michigander at February 11, 2004 11:11 PM

You could just write a post saying that you are someone's favorite boy at Redeemer. That'd work.

Posted by: Allison at February 12, 2004 12:35 AM

or people could just read this.

Posted by: Tim the Michigander at February 12, 2004 02:33 AM

BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T?!? The horror!

Posted by: Allison at February 12, 2004 03:15 AM

I feel like I've hacked into a private I.M. chat.
;)

I like the poem, Tim. NOW MAKE IT RHYME!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at February 13, 2004 09:22 PM

Oh, you're one of those poems-should-rhyme critics. Let's see:

the way sometimes the snow is falling
slowly, slipping, like leaves in water;
this I love, their sinking, bobbing

and, too, I love the breaths of winter
so cold and angry, but which bear
a sullen admiration, almost wonder

at we few who, burdened with cold cares,
don't flee to Florida, the sunny south
but stay to learn and live, to love these fair

north-lands, these places which for months
are white and barren, glistening
while we both scorn and crave the warmth.

The rhymes aren't perfect (south/months/warmth) but there you go. I think I like this one even better.

Posted by: Tim at February 14, 2004 01:57 PM

Me likey. Great job!

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