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Poem of the Day
In Memory of the Photographer Wilson 'Snowflake' Bentley, Who Died of Pneumonia after Walking through a Blizzard Near Jericho, Vermont, December 23, 1931
Beauty was, for him, cold,Taken from 'New Poetries V'...
in all its parts, beheld
once and once only. Locked
beneath his lens, light-spun
and light-refracting, flecked
with coal dust and pollen,
his flakes shone with lunar
loveliness... And we can
see, in these hundred-year-
old prints, plain evidence
of his attention, care,
and chilling confidence:
in the manifold world,
its willed evanescence,
its subtle signs and wild
and blinding storms. Did it
suprise him, to be killed
by a surfeit of white -
a blazing increment
of stars, ferns, wands and bright
escutcheons, an argent
army of perfectness?
Look, and see his wind-bent
back, his boots cakes with ice
his glazed eyes... Did he have,
in his last seditious
delirium, one brave
black thought: did God murder
us all with too much love?
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