A Piece Of The Storm Poem by Mark Strand
A Piece Of The Storm
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed.
That's all There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that
Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
'It's time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.'
Wow. Once you key in on what isn't explicitly said in this poem the power and the glory of it drives a nail through you and you're stuck. Don't let that first line pass you by as just another striking image. It's where you enter the poem. Locate yourself. In Rome. A city not exactly prone to getting snow. A miraculous event? Or just simply out of the ordinary? Certainly not a common snowflake entering this room. A brief, swift occurrence in The Eternal City, Rome. This evanescent appearance by the snowflake, but a moment in time, and fade to black. It cannot come back. Or can it? And what is it, this snowflake representing? A single, solitary stand-in for something, bigger, grander, more powerful. The blizzard. What will come through that opening in the sky next time? When it is time. This poem is transcendent in its ghostly overlays of what is there and what is not. It has the glory of being much more than a little imaginative poem.
Even with the the word funeral coming before, the ending was a surprise to me. What a good extended metaphor! And good craft- in, out, done. -GK
It's time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.'... whatever the dark night be it must get morning. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulation for P.O.D.
No more than a solemn waking To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly, A time between times, a flowerless funeral......... good metaphorical and imaginative writings; greatly penned; I enjoyed
A time between times, a flowerless funeral Beautifully penned. Thanks for the sharing. Congrats. 10+++
Beautifully done. The flow and concept simply amazing. Congrats.
The sky has an opening.....open for doomsday or open for sunshine......take your pic......a well crafted poem that makes a reader's imagination flow too. Congratulations!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/12/2024 11:36:30 PM # 1.0.0
The storm! ! Nature walks. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.