The Faun Sees Snow for the First Time by Richard Aldington
As I still have yet to bolster my poetry file with a variety of poems (I’ve recently added quite a few by Naomi Shihab Nye), I’m adopting a new method of finding something to post for the PotD. I’m looking at the archive and finding a poet I’ve only posted one time and hunting down another selection. I dedicate this one to any and all of my friends from the south who claim to have never seen snow.
The Faun Sees Snow for the First Time
By Richard Aldington
Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send vengeance on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Zeus,
Are the halls of heaven broken up
That you flake down upon me
Feather-strips of marble?
Dis and Styx!
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two slippery points…
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be running!
