Frozen In

By Annie Finch b. 1956 Annie Finch

                             Venice, December

                        Ours are the only mouths
                        to taste with this smothering slow
                        touch, and the only steps
                        to sink like bellsounds and cave
                        deep into the marble snow.
                        Women who go to the window
                        to push their arms out to the snow
                        and then bring the shutters back in
                        follow us as we fall
                        past their eyes where the black night lives.
                        We are snowflakes at last, as the thick
                        never locked, never closed doors
                        follow us through squares of light
                        their windows have left on the snow.
                        Once again, warmth that falls,
                        again, though our tracks fill and slow.

Annie Finch, “Frozen In” from Eve. Copyright © 1997 by Annie Finch.  Reprinted by permission of the author.

Source: Eve (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2010)

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Poet Annie Finch b. 1956

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Nature, Winter

 Annie  Finch


Annie Finch is the author or editor of more than twenty books of poetry, plays, translation, literary essays, textbooks, and anthologies, including the poetry collections Eve (1997), Calendars (2003), and Spells: New and Selected Poems (2012), and the long poems The Encyclopedia of Scotland (1982) and Among the Goddesses: An Epic Libretto in Seven Dreams (2009). Calendars was shortlisted for the Foreword Poetry Book of the Year . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Winter

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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