Snowfall in the Afternoon

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I love the way snow transforms the world around us in mysterious and beautiful ways. How the mountains disappear into the sky and the fields swell with drifts.  How the limbs of the spruces become draped with ermine and the last of the oak leaves — high up in the crown, gloved in white — clap wildly in the wind.  Snow lends itself to imagery — from Emily Dickinson’s “leaden sieves” and “alabaster wool” to Robert Frost’s extended metaphor of suicidal thoughts in “Stopping by Woods”—with, no doubt, thousands of other examples in between.  One of my favorites comes at the end of this poem by Robert Bly who died in 2021 at the age of 94.  When I was studying at Iowa, Bly was one of our gods, along with Theodore Roethke and James Wright — Midwesterners (all men, of course!) who wrote muscular, musical free verse that was unabashedly American and packed a powerful emotional punch.

 

Snowfall in the Afternoon

by Robert Bly

1
The grass is half-covered with snow. 

It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoon
And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.

2
 If I reached my hands down near the earth
I could take handfuls of darkness!
A darkness was always there which we never noticed.


As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther away
And the barn moves nearer to the house.

The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.

4
The barn is full of corn and moves toward us now
Like a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;
All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years.

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By Liza

Liza

Liza Bennett attended the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She is a former advertising and publishing executive. She founded Bennett Book Advertising, Inc. (now, Verso Advertising), which specialized in book publishing accounts and built it into the industry leader. Since selling the agency, she has had four novels published, all of which are set in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts, where she lives half the year.

In addition to having served as the Chair of the Academy of American Poets, on its Executive Committee, and Emeritus Circle, Bennett serves on the board of the Friends of the West Stockbridge Library and is secretary of the West Stockbridge Historical Society.