Wednesday, December 16, 2009

When I First Saw Snow

When I First Saw Snow  by Gregory Djanikian
Tarrytown, N.Y.

Bing Crosby was singing "White Christmas"
            on the radio, we were staying at my aunt's house
            waiting for papers, my father was looking for a job.
We had trimmed the tree the night before,
            sap had run on my fingers and for the first time
            I was smelling pine wherever I went.
Anais, my cousin, was upstairs in her room
            listening to Danny and the Juniors.
Haigo was playing Monopoly with Lucy, his sister,
            Buzzy, the boy next door, had eyes for her
            and there was a rattle of dice, a shuffling
            of Boardwalk, Park Place, Marvin Gardens.
There were red bows on the Christmas tree.
It had snowed all night.
My boot buckles were clinking like small bells
            as I thumped to the door and out
            onto the grey planks of the porch dusted with snow.
The world was immaculate, new,
            even the trees had changed color,
            and when I touched the snow on the railing
I didn't know what I had touched, ice or fire.
I heard, ''I'm dreaming ..."
I heard, "At the hop, hop, hop ... oh, baby."
I heard "B & 0" and the train in my imagination
            was whistling through the great plains.
And I was stepping off,
I was falling deeply into America.
"When I First Saw Snow" by Gregory Djanikian, from Falling Deeply into America. © Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1989.

1 comment:

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