A Little Poem

February In the burnished light of winter the different greens reveal themselves – pulse of spruce, metallic sheen of pine & the glow of the cedar’s golden green: Bright neon of moss where the wind has kicked the snow away. ________________________________________________ Hmm . . . looking at this now, I don't like it as much as I did at first. Not crazy about those three uses of of in the middle part. And clearly, the poem is really just an excuse for the verb kicked, weakened, I see now, by has. (I had a hard time deciding between kicked & scuffed.) The problem is that the language doesn't successfully embody the perception, which is that there are subtle differences between the kinds of green one sees in a winter landscape.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “A Little Poem”

  1. This is a Cezanne kind of poem. Lovely. On this day when I am mourning the passing of Wislawa Szymborska this little poem means all the more.

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