Langhelg torsdag 19. til søndag 22. januar

Det ble langhelg i Åre på meg, med langrennsski og afterski, og siden jeg ikke er så avansert at jeg kan forhåndslage innlegg (enda) får vi ta igjen med et fint dikt i dag, syns jeg.


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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 Alibi - 


Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be -
We buy with contrast - Pang is good
As near as memory -


- Emily Dickinson, The complete poens of Emily Dickinson edited by Thomas H. Johnson