Nuit Blanche
February’s snow buried midnight
And swallowed one a.m. in subsequent flurries
Monday’s second hour
Like one of Ilium’s layers
Ruined
Awaits its inexorable interment
Atop the wrecks of its predecessors
— Zumwalt (19 February 1979,Washington, DC)
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Comments on: "Nuit Blanche" (14)
All,
Thanks for continuing to visit this site. Been without internet access for a while (knowing that I had previouslt auto-scheduled several posts) and cannot access WordPress at work –so will try to do my best to keep up with this blog and your blogs in the little free time I have on the weekends.
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Love the idea of time lost in snow. Really well executed.
Pretty great poem right there.
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Th picture is breath taking, the poem is just sensational.. :-).. I love snow!! 😀
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beautiful the photo and the words… x
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the shroud of mystery around the capital is ironic and the poem captivating (~_~)
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this is beautiful and the image fits well…
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Wonderful. I loved this.
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It’ll take more than a few feet of snow to white wash that bunch.
Bless You
paul
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A superb crafting of words. Your skill is beautifully displayed in every line Well done!
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the snow burying midnight…love this..it snows a bit here as well…though maybe not enough for a nuit blanche..
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Awaits its inexorable interment
Atop the wrecks of its predecessors” fantastic: the pure essence of winter and nighttime snowfalls.
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I agree, the photo is breathtaking and a beautiful poem to complement~
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All, thanks for visting, reading and liking or commenting. Appreciate it!
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i sometimes long to see earth covered in blanket of snow. i wonder how it would look!
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