I hadn't read that poem of Lawrence's so thank you for sharing it, Liz. I remember, very fondly, the silence that came with snow. It was perhaps what I liked about winter (in NY) so much. It was so quiet ... and yet not. I remember winter nights, crossing our yard from the driveway and just stopping to listen. I never heard anything, but I never felt like I was alone either.
I enjoyed the treatment of silence as a force unto itself with the power to halt time and human activity, suspend reality, and even pause belief. Like the accident, how can it fully penetrate our senses if there is no soundtrack?
Lovely moments here, the poem, your story, the sense of silent snow. All my experiences of snow are from my childhood, the wonder, the beauty. But I remember that "hushed" sense of things, and how lovely that was. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for sharing, Liz. There is something beautiful and eerie about silent snow. I love the D.H. Lawrence poem AND the excerpt from your upcoming book!
Thanks for the magnificent poem--I've read tons of DH Lawrence and read about him, but not much of his poetry. Speaking of which, I think he published a collection title "Look! We Have Come Through." And some wit like Shaw said "They may have come through, but must we look?"
Happy to share. I taught The Fox early on at MSU when I was a grad asst. and students loved it. My own favorite has always been Women in Love for the rhapsodic and sardonic prose (I've seen the film many times too). But when I was starting out as a writer, his short fiction, his short stories were really inspiring.
Thank you for the D.H. Lawrence poem--it seems perfect for the times. I may use a line for my Prosery prompt coming up later this month.
You’re welcome, Merril! That would be wonderful.
Goodness!!! That's a beautiful post!!! Makes me want a mug of hot chocolate and a blanket to enjoy with the quiet. Bravo!!! 💙💚
Thank you very much, Sue! I have to say, I’ve been enjoying the snow this year.
I hadn't read that poem of Lawrence's so thank you for sharing it, Liz. I remember, very fondly, the silence that came with snow. It was perhaps what I liked about winter (in NY) so much. It was so quiet ... and yet not. I remember winter nights, crossing our yard from the driveway and just stopping to listen. I never heard anything, but I never felt like I was alone either.
Well said, Marie! You’re welcome.
I never read that poem before. Thank you for re-printing.
You’re welcome!
I enjoyed the treatment of silence as a force unto itself with the power to halt time and human activity, suspend reality, and even pause belief. Like the accident, how can it fully penetrate our senses if there is no soundtrack?
Thank you very much, Kate.
Lovely moments here, the poem, your story, the sense of silent snow. All my experiences of snow are from my childhood, the wonder, the beauty. But I remember that "hushed" sense of things, and how lovely that was. Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome, Deborah. Thank you for your comment!
Thank you for sharing, Liz. There is something beautiful and eerie about silent snow. I love the D.H. Lawrence poem AND the excerpt from your upcoming book!
Thank you very much, Jan!
Liz, I own the complete poems of D.H. Lawrence and everything else he wrote, plus the amazing paintings.
Then the horror and the beauty joined in the excerpt: paradox on poetic phrase ...
Thinking of you in your snowy winter.
Thank you, Jane.
Thanks for the magnificent poem--I've read tons of DH Lawrence and read about him, but not much of his poetry. Speaking of which, I think he published a collection title "Look! We Have Come Through." And some wit like Shaw said "They may have come through, but must we look?"
I haven’t read much of Lawrence’s poetry either. Thanks for sharing the witticism!
Happy to share. I taught The Fox early on at MSU when I was a grad asst. and students loved it. My own favorite has always been Women in Love for the rhapsodic and sardonic prose (I've seen the film many times too). But when I was starting out as a writer, his short fiction, his short stories were really inspiring.
I enjoyed Women in Love as well.
The pool scene is amazing. And the character descriptions are so rich and poetic. I love his use of repetition in the prose.