Green, How Much I Want You Green

193 Journal of Canadian Studies • Revue d’études canadiennes Landscape of crystals rock salt and icebergs white trees, white grasses, hills forged from pale metals padlock and lock me in the Pleistocene. See my skin wither heart become brittle cast as the Snow Queen. Green, how much I want you, green. Green oak, green ilex green weeping willow green grass and green clover all my lost youth. Come before springtime before the brown locust come like the rain that blows in the night and melts to fine dust great stars of white frost. Water, sweet water chortling, running the chinooks of my childhood warm wind, the ripple of icicles dripping from my frozen palace. How sweet the water moonstones and vodka poured from a chalice with the fish of darkness. Come water, come springtime come my green lover with a whistle of grass to call me to clover. A key for my lock small flowers for my crown. The Ice Age is over, green moss and green lichen will paint a green lawn that opens the road of dawn. – P.K. Page Green, How Much I Want You Green ✶✷ Green, how much I want you green. Great stars of white frost come with the fish of darkness that opens the road of dawn. – Federico Garcia Lorca, “Somnambular Ballad” ...