Blizzard
Blizzard
by William Carlos Williams
Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
Reflection Questions:
What images strike you most in the poem? What memories of your own experience(s) in the season of winter do they bring up?
How do you feel they relate to the associated emotions that he explores in the piece?
Writing prompt: Write about your first memory of winter. Where were you? What has been your most memorable winter? What do you think of when thinking of winter – what do you associate the season with? Make a list of things.
