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eldritchhobbit) wrote2016-10-28 07:19 am
eldritchhobbit) wrote2016-10-28 07:19 am
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Halloween Countdown Day 28: Snow by John Davidson
Once I saw upon an object-glass,
Martyred beneath a microscope,
One elaborate snow-flake slowly pass,
Dying hard, beyond the reach of hope.
Still from shape to shape the crystal changed,
Writhing in its agony; and still,
Less and less elaborate, arranged
Potently the angle of its will.
Tortured to a simple final form,
Angles six and six divergent beams,
Lo, in death it touched the perfect norm,
Verifying all its crystal dreams.
- John Davidson, Snow
Source.
Martyred beneath a microscope,
One elaborate snow-flake slowly pass,
Dying hard, beyond the reach of hope.
Still from shape to shape the crystal changed,
Writhing in its agony; and still,
Less and less elaborate, arranged
Potently the angle of its will.
Tortured to a simple final form,
Angles six and six divergent beams,
Lo, in death it touched the perfect norm,
Verifying all its crystal dreams.
- John Davidson, Snow
Source.
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just an analogy for all of the *flakes* out there, innit? What an echoing irony that the closest pass to 'perfection' is that last, stretched-with-fingers-clutching-at-eternity one of 'life'.
In this short three verses lies a whole landscape of 'what is life' (oh, noooooo not THAT song) and 'what is death'
And the picture is perfection!
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I'm so glad you liked both the poem and the picture.