MARGINALIA

By what loose shreds

Are snowstorms laid;

In what small beds

Their futures made:

 

Dendrites formed

And clouds exhausted,

Phone lines stormed

And permafrosted,

 

Power draped 

And forces snowing,

The guides that shaped

Our mountain showing,

 

Foaming gloom today reveals

A sky that from its

Home unreels,

A wreathing film of frantic summits

 

From which the coming time

Eventually will spring,

Fed with all the cosmic rime

The whipping day can fling

 

NOTES ON MARGINALIA