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11 Snow? It can mean as much as rain. 16 (Oh, sorry, you need a translation?
Snow is clean, plain, warm (if it covers Try this: “If you look at me, you’ll see a
you like a blanket), threatening, inviting, particular season. It’s the season when
playful, suffocating. You can do just only a few yellow leaves, or maybe none
about anything you want with snow. at all, are hanging on branches that are
12 But an author doesn’t have a quick shaking in the wind, as if they’re cold.
shower of rain, or a flurry of snow, or a Those branches are like bare and ruined
flood or a blizzard, for no reason at all. balconies for choirs where, a while ago,
Like I said, it’s never just rain. sweet birds used to sing.” But it sounds a
13 And it never just happens to be lot better the way Shakespeare says it.)
spring, or fall, or winter, either. 17 That’s Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73. I like
14 Here’s my favorite snippet of poetry: it for a lot of reasons. But the thing that
really works here is the meaning. The
15 That time of year thou mayst in speaker of the poem is seriously feeling
me behold his age, and making us feel it too. He’s
When yellow leaves, or none, or talking about getting old, and he’s
few, do hang talking about a particular season: fall.
Upon those boughs which shake November in the bones. It makes my
against the cold: joints ache just to think about it.
Bare ruined choirs, where late the
sweet birds sang.
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