You caught my eye, you
river of ice. You ask me
no questions. I’ll tell you,
peaks and valley hurricane.
You howling blizzard of salt.
Here is a white cave but no warmth.
Slow. Don’t walk too far.
Life is somewhere else.
You caught my eye, you
river of ice. You ask me
no questions. I’ll tell you,
peaks and valley hurricane.
You howling blizzard of salt.
Here is a white cave but no warmth.
Slow. Don’t walk too far.
Life is somewhere else.
“Nothing” replace “no questions.” ? “Ask me no questions” is a near cliche. “valley hurricane” wasn’t a clear image for me. It took me out long enough to ponder what that means. Litterally, there is no such catagory. There is such a thing as a “land hurricane,” Otherwise the poem engages mind and imagination. I’d say it’s a winnah!
After several more readings I find myself thinking Emily Dickenson and that can’t be bad