On Snow

May 2, 2022 1:53 PM

On Snow an essay by writer, poet, and translator Anne Carson.

(previously)

posted by gwint (2 comments total)

That's lovely, and hard.

I gulped at She loved that red car coat.

and there's a scent of Joyce to it, too:

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
posted by chavenet at 2:19 PM on May 2, 2022 [3 favorites]

Carson is my starlit soothsayer of Sappho. Thank you for this this evening's reading.
posted by NoThisIsPatrick at 4:13 PM on May 2, 2022 [1 favorite]