- Snow Day
And the snow angles down like the sea,
like the sea,
making angels of the hillbilly statuary—each bale and blade, rodents frozen for spring—
the ego listening, finally, to its sent-down detail:
To be a hollow for love that longs to settle uponand not penetrate.
To be a titanwith great capacities, all I ever wished to be.
Years beached upon the edge of a childhood,
learning so little.
How kindly the snows, however late, come to motherand father me. [End Page 265]
Paula Bohince is the author of The Children (2012) and Incident at the Edge of Bayonet Woods (2008). Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The TLS, The Nation, Granta, and elsewhere. She has received a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship. She lives in Pennsylvania and was the 2012 Dartmouth Poet in Residence at The Frost Place. email@example.com