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Apr. 8th, 2003 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
malsperanzaMassive lunatic snowstorm in New York today. I was prepared to be deeply, personally offended by it (they aim these things at me). Spent the day watching the Empire State Building get erased from my office window by blinding clouds of thick damned out-of-season effing bloody snow. And indeed, the city was a mess.
But then late this afternoon I walked across the snowfields of Central Park and came upon great towering bushes of forsythia, dense with heavy gold blossom and freighted with masses of snowfall, curtseying like Frost's birches. Extraordinary--a sort of transcription out of the metaphorical and into the literal of Houseman's "cherries hung with snow." By tomorrow it will be all melted away and spring will be a hard fact, not the dream of madmen.
Gold in white, gold under white; once again I fall in love with this city: island of light in the land of Mordor.
But then late this afternoon I walked across the snowfields of Central Park and came upon great towering bushes of forsythia, dense with heavy gold blossom and freighted with masses of snowfall, curtseying like Frost's birches. Extraordinary--a sort of transcription out of the metaphorical and into the literal of Houseman's "cherries hung with snow." By tomorrow it will be all melted away and spring will be a hard fact, not the dream of madmen.
Gold in white, gold under white; once again I fall in love with this city: island of light in the land of Mordor.
