Showing posts with label snowflakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snowflakes. Show all posts

From Inside the Asylum

From the Payne Whitney poems, the ending to "February 13, 1975". A sort of weather report.

yet. I wish one could press
snowflakes in a book like flowers.
James Schuyler
New York Review of Books, August 17, 1978

And so for day 1506
27.01.2011