New Year's Poem Poem by Margaret Avison
New Year's Poem
The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle
Along the window-ledge.
A solitary pearl
Shed from the necklace spilled at last week's party
Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness
Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them.
And all the furniture that circled stately
And hospitable when these rooms were brimmed
With perfumes, furs, and black-and-silver
Crisscross of seasonal conversation, lapses
Into its previous largeness.
I remember
Anne's rose-sweet gravity, and the stiff grave
Where cold so little can contain;
I mark the queer delightful skull and crossbones
Starlings and sparrows left, taking the crust,
And the long loop of winter wind
Smoothing its arc from dark Arcturus down
To the bricked corner of the drifted courtyard,
And the still window-ledge.
Gentle and just pleasure
It is, being human, to have won from space
This unchill, habitable interior
Which mirrors quietly the light
Of the snow, and the new year.
Lovely train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Margaret. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Shed from the necklace spilled at last week's party mirrors quietly reflect the light. Beautiful presentation and metaphoric expression make this poem entirely very interesting. An excellent poem this is really.10
Totally agree with Lantz concerning this poem. I almost bypassed it because I supposed it to be the typical celebration poem. I am so thankful I read this. This is intelligent, sensitive, and full of shadows and light.
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It is, being human, to have won from space This unchill, habitable interior Which mirrors quietly the light Of the snow, and the new year. Beautiful Modern Poem Of The Day! CONGRATULATIONS
A solitary pearl Shed from the necklace spilled at last week's party Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them. beautiful words and expressions.. tony
It is, being human, to have won from space This unchill, habitable interior..... excellent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I usually do not like occasional poems. Poems that to clearly signal their subject and limit it to a particular event or circumstance. But this piece far exceeds the limitation of its title. It is timeless. Ethereal. The words float with a measured meditation, a clear and distinct recognition of the surrounding details and of the interior interpretation. I have never heard of Margaret Avison before and am disappointed that there are not more of her poems here. This poem presents a voice to be heard and sought out.