It had long been dark

Winter is fading and we’re heading, somewaht slowly into spring. I’ve been at a poetry evening, so here’s a poem I’ve shared before, and what I wrote about at the time I first shared it:

As we drove home through the dark at 4:30, the temperature gauge read 13°… so mild for a late winter’s afternoon ten days before Christmas! We had been visiting dear friends in Devon and had enjoyed a lovely roast lunch together, and now we were heading North back into Somerset.

A winter’s afternoon, but more like mid-autumn with many gold and red leaves still on the trees, wild yellow apples still hanging from branches in the hedgerows, and at home there are roses still on the little bush in the front garden… so mild, so warm… I think of winter as snowy and icy and frosty… not yet, no doubt that will come in late January and February and early March as it has been doing for the last few years.

Here is a wintry poem by Charles Reznikoff:

It had long been dark

It had long been dark, though still an hour before supper-time.
The boy stood at the window behind the curtain.
The street under the black sky was bluish white with snow.
Across the street, where the lot sloped to the pavement,
boys and girls were going down on sleds.
The boys were after him because he was a Jew.

At last his father and mother slept. He got up and dressed.
In the hall he took his sled and went out on tiptoe.
No one was in the street. The slide was worn smooth and
slippery – just right.

He laid himself on the sled and shot away. He went down only
He stood knee-deep in snow:
no one was in the street, the windows were darkened;
those near the street-lamps were ashine, but the rooms inside
were dark;
on the street were long shadows of clods of snow.
He took his sled and went back into the house.

Charles Reznikoff was born in New York of Russian Jewish parents, who had escaped from the terrors of the Tzarist regime under Alexander II; he was born in 1894 and he died in New York in 1976, at the age of eighty-two. There is an interesting article about him here:



  1. david lewis

    We have had the worst Winter here that anyone can remember.Nowhere left to put the snow and I fear that if it turns warm too soon my house may be under water.They say our Eskimos have at least a hundred words for snow but I only have one which I can’t use here.Spring is just around the corner tho, my favorite time of the year!

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  2. david lewis

    I’m not a botanist so don’t know much about our local wildflowers. We planted columbines a few years ago and they took over the street. Was wondering about your daylight savings time and if it starts tomorrow?

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