Friday 6 December 2013

Hard Freeze


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Fruits gelats (Sant Gregori, Vall de Llémena, Catalunya): photo by Miquel Bohigas Costabella (desdibuix-miquel), 29 November 2013




The cherry ball on the mercury stick drops off at three zero

Off to the left the iridescent glow of the sea glances

Gold and hard in the thin indifferent sun

Ah and all the green and growing things wonder what hit them



Nasturtium hibiscus and clover shriveling

Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness

This silent blast from the polar freezer fuses

Leaf arteries into obelisks of bright glass






Tres d'hivern (Sant Gregori, Vall de Llémena, Catalunya): photo by Miquel Bohigas Costabella (desdibuix-miquel), 1 December 2013


Hivern amb fons blau (Sant Gregori, Vall de Llémena, Catalunya): photo by Miquel Bohigas Costabella (desdibuix-miquel), 1 December 2013




Solitària fred: photo by Miquel Bohigas Costabella (desdibuix-miquel), 29 November 2013


 Cor gelat (Sant Gregori, Vall de Llémena, Catalunya): photo by Miquel Bohigas Costabella (desdibuix-miquel), 29 November 2013
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14 comments:

  1. TC6 December 2013 at 04:30

    Many thanks, Nin, you've just melted at least two and a half icicles!

    (Either that, or I'm beginning to puddle up...)

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  2. ACravan6 December 2013 at 05:47

    Nin said it. This is extraordinary, almost unbelievably beautiful, and a real lift on this cold, rainy PA morning. Curtis

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  3. mistah charley, ph.d.6 December 2013 at 05:57

    i've just set the top photo to be my desktop background

    the words are well-observed

    at the risk of revealing how middlebrow i am, let me say this posting reminds me of my favorite section of disney's fantasia

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  4. Poet Red Shuttleworth6 December 2013 at 06:11

    Poem + Images = a jewel-bright morning gift. Thank you, Tom!

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  5. Hazen6 December 2013 at 08:24

    Extraordinarily beautiful! Somewhere (but not here this morning) it's winter.

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  6. Maureen6 December 2013 at 09:07

    What a gorgeous post.

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  7. HisFireFly6 December 2013 at 09:33

    breathtaking beauty
    great capture
    thank you!

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  8. Nora6 December 2013 at 09:34

    This is wonderful.

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  9. Mose236 December 2013 at 13:56

    The poem's as exquisite as frost. There's some genetic thread from Keats in this.



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  10. Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore6 December 2013 at 21:08

    Speechlessly perfect. There's a constant drizzle outside my Philadelphia window tonight, but the soundtrack to the photos and your crystalline poem is total silence broken only by occasional tiny leaf-tinkling...

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  11. Tinker Greene7 December 2013 at 01:13

    tom, you live in my memory as the perpetrator of what i remember as the best poetry reading of my life. (early eighties, valencia street, san francisco.) this poem recalls to me your mastery. (choice of pictures as always impressive also.)

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  12. TC8 December 2013 at 04:22

    Warmed and cheered by these lovely comments.

    It's been unusually cold here (as is implied). Four homeless people died out in the elements over the weekend. No weather for roughsleeping.

    Possibly Catalunya is a bit more photogenic in the cold than some places.

    WB may be on to something, by the by. This poem seems to remember the Eve of St Agnes with at least a passing shudder.

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  13. STEPHEN RATCLIFFE8 December 2013 at 08:11

    Tom,

    Yes to all said here, a lovely poem with these photos on this morning of close to "three zero . . . The silent blast from the polar freezer. . ."

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  14. TC9 December 2013 at 05:52

    Thanks, Steve. After a week of it, thirty gets to feel like the new twenty. We've been huddling with the animals. (The fur's the thing.)

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