Dolce far niente
L’Hermitage, Pontoise, effet de neige door Camille Pissarro, 1874
Orchard Trees, January
It’s not the case, though some might wish it so
Who from a window watch the blizzard blow
White riot through their branches vague and stark,
That they keep snug beneath their pelted bark.
They take affliction in until it jells
To crystal ice between their frozen cells,
And each of them is inwardly a vault
Of jewels rigorous and free of fault,
Unglimpsed until in May it gently bears
A sudden crop of green-pronged solitaires
Richard Wilbur (1 maart 1921 – 14 oktober 2017)
New York, de geboorteplaats van Richard Wilbur, in de sneeuw
Zie voor de schrijvers van de 27e januari ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.