The Snow that never drifts
Emily
Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now -- So thorough in the Tree At night beneath the star That it was February's Foot Experience would swear -- Like Winter as a Face We stern and former knew Repaired of all but Loneliness By Nature's Alibit -- Were every storm so spice The Value could not be -- We buy with contrast -- Pang is good As near as memory -- |
(Note: Though Dickinson, could be a little cryptic at
times, we think this is a pretty clear tribute to powder snow. We haven’t figured out who Pang is; if he stops by the table at Alf’s at 11,
let us know (he must be a really good skier to get such a high complement from
Emily).