How it is never the same but always changing. How sometimes nevertheless you recognize it. How you see it from your window plunging down, flattening across the frozen lawn, then rising in a wild swirl and it's gone . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |