{"id":26217,"date":"2011-02-01T13:29:26","date_gmt":"2011-02-01T17:29:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/2011\/02\/snow-and-ice\/"},"modified":"2011-02-01T13:29:26","modified_gmt":"2011-02-01T17:29:26","slug":"snow-and-ice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/2011\/02\/snow-and-ice\/","title":{"rendered":"Snow and Ice"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"bird<\/a>“The Snow-Storm” comes to mind today. There’s a certain end-times (should we say a 19th century apocalypticism?) quality to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poem that life and death are confronted, forward motion is reduced-if-not-halted the boundaries are indistinct. Looking out my window I see the barrenness of the landscape with only the evergreens providing color save for the woodpecker, the bluejay and the cardinals collecting their food at the feeder. The property lines aren’t present and movement is difficult either by foot, car, or train, and forget the airplane. The vivid white of the snow and ice is blinding. <\/p>\n

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So, I think it’s time for a change in weather. Don’t you?<\/p>\n
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“The Snow-Storm”<\/div>\n
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,<\/div>\n
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,<\/div>\n
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air<\/div>\n
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,<\/div>\n
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.<\/div>\n
The steed and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet<\/div>\n
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit<\/div>\n
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed<\/div>\n
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.<\/div>\n
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Come see the north wind’s masonry<\/div>\n
Out of an useen quarry evermore<\/p>\n
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer<\/div>\n
Curves his white bastions with projected roof<\/div>\n
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.<\/div>\n
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work<\/div>\n
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he<\/div>\n
For number or proportion. Mockingly,<\/div>\n
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;<\/div>\n
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;<\/div>\n
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,<\/div>\n
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate,<\/div>\n
A tapering turret overtops the work.<\/div>\n
And when his hours are numbered, and the world<\/div>\n
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,<\/div>\n
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art<\/div>\n
To mimic in slow structure, stone by stone,<\/div>\n
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,<\/div>\n
The frolic architecture of the snow.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“The Snow-Storm” comes to mind today. There’s a certain end-times (should we say a 19th century apocalypticism?) quality to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poem that life and death are confronted, forward motion is reduced-if-not-halted the boundaries are indistinct. Looking out my window I see the barrenness of the landscape with only the evergreens providing color save … Continue reading Snow and Ice<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[1778,1881,2644],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26217"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26217"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26217\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/communio.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}