Tuesday, December 27, 2011

"The gray world of adulthood"

From Amy Clampitt, "Black buttercups":
under the same roof the memory of
a legendary comfort had endowed
with what in retrospect would seem
like safety, did the rumor
of unhappiness arrive? I remember waking,
a February morning leprous with frost
above the dregs of a halfhearted snowfall,
to find the gray world of adulthood
everywhere, as though there never
had been any other, in that same house
I could not bear to leave, where even now
the child who wept to leave still sits
weeping at the thought of exile.
(Vaguely topical as we had our first appreciable snowfall of the year this morning.)

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