Uploaded on January 6, 2012
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within. …
—Richard Wilbur
The Norton Anthology of American Literature Third Edition, Volume 2
1.06.2024: There’s something about this image that I just love.