LET THE SNOW FLY BLIND

 

LET THE SNOW FLY BLIND

Let the snow fly blind

The all seeing Eye will cherish it

And the traveler bent by wind in the story

The one obscure in the Japanese landscape

Even when the plum flowers douse him

Even far from the imperial courts

Where he has made his lodging

To live out his days in the orchards of poetry

So I wander too, not blind but happy

Through imagination’s periscope

To see these sequined scenes and to launch

My soul as upon the floodtide of dreams innumerable

Seems to me oh Lord God despite the traveler in

His importunate night, the possibility of his perishing

Upon a winter’s night

A pastime of inordinate delight

For which I cannot help but praise You.

mary angela douglas 7 july 2024