Friday, February 4, 2011

Crackling Ice

I'm getting a lot of mileage out of this laundry line.

Every day is different. And I never know what I'm going to see when I look out the back door.

Big news this morning....

The two icicles have become one.

I think they got married last night. 
Just a few days ago, they were two single icicles. Hanging out on the laundry line. Dripping away. Getting longer. Remember them when?

Wonder what they'll look like tomorrow.

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I'll leave you with this excerpt from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

And now there came both mist and snow
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

I love the way this poem reads aloud. Perfect meter.

And you'll have to look up swound. I did. Can you tell I was an English major?

2 comments:

  1. This is really the best way to enjoy ice - from afar!

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  2. hahahah..I thought it (swound) was a typo!Maybe it's another one of those "lost" words...

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