“Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better myself.”
Mary Oliver
more infosource: “The Storm,” in Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems (New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2000), 90.
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“It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.”
Dylan Thomas
more infosource: “A Child’s Christmas in Wales,” in The Collected Stories (New York: New Directions, 1986), 296.
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category: cat, Christmas, snow, winter
medium: Fiction
via: Sarah Kershaw“It snowed on Christmas night. We walked to Times Square to see the white billboard proclaiming WAR IS OVER! If you want it. Happy Christmas from John and Yoko.”
Patti Smith
more infosource: Just Kids (New York: Ecco, 2010), 130.
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category: Christmas, John Lennon, New York City, snow, Times Square, Yoko Ono
medium: memoir
“My garden is all covered up by snow; picked gilliflower Tuesday, now gilliflowers are asleep. The hills take off their purple frocks, and dress in long white nightgowns.”
Emily Dickinson
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