Pretty Awful
PRETTY AWFUL
Sleet in the eye-slits and I
See only the blanched balls
Pile up in the old drifts,
Filling hollows which last week
Suggested spring.
Head down
And leaning with the wind
I squint my last yards home.
The spring-hungry street is now
Winter white again.
Picturesque misery
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Note:
Shelley said, “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
Obviously he didn’t live in Russia, because the
answer is yes, it can be very far behind indeed.
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