Back to the Ithaca

I’m back in Ithaca, preparing to move into our new house. It’s been an insane year, but a fun one. I can’t wait to get rolling in our upstate NY life once again. Once I’m settled, this sporadic blog will return. Perhaps to be less sporadic for a short time!

On an unrelated note, today is Charles Reznikoff’s birthday. Enjoy his poem!

Now that black ground and bushes——
saplings, trees,
each twig and limb——are suddenly white with snow,
and earth becomes brighter than the sky,

that intricate shrub
of nerves, veins, arteries——
its knotted leaves
to the shining air.

Upon this wooded hillside,
pied with snow, I hear
only the melting snow
drop from the twigs.