The Snow Crocus

The difference a day makes, yesterday,
Orange stamen reaching to the sun, 
Petals stretched out, almost falling,
But now, dark clouds, the cold,
The snow, as white as you are—
You’ve pulled tight your coat
Shut yourself and your secret from the world.

Emily Dickinson’s Garden, April 4th Snow Crocus, 2012

I thought about form with this poem and how it could mirror the crocus in sun and snow. The crocus opens up in the sun (free form), then closes itself up in cold (poetic form, rhyme). I changed up the poem above to play with that idea.

The difference a day makes, yesterday,
Your orange stamen reached up to the sun,
Your silky petals strained and stretched
As soft and open as new skin
But now, dark clouds, the cold
Bold snow, as white as you are
It obscures the sun so completely
You’d swear there is no sun, or ever will be
You’ve shut yourself up for now
But I know how, you’ll open again.

The Snow Crocus, Emily Dickinson’s Garden, April 4th 2012

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4 responses to “The Snow Crocus

  1. Carole Krysan

    I have to say I like version one of the poems better. The photos are gorgeous. I took similar before and after snow pictures of snowdrops about a month ago. Belies Emily’s “You and I the secret of the Crocus know…
    “There is no more snow.”
    Carole

  2. Joanne DeMaio

    The extremes of nature can be so breathtaking, can’t they? And each are beautiful in their own way.

  3. emilydickinsonsgarden

    Carole–I missed that entirely! Thank you. It’s the perfect accompaniment to the “Snow Crocus” picture.

    All these my banners be.
    I sow my pageantry
    In May —
    It rises train by train —
    Then sleeps in state again —
    My chancel — all the plain
    Today.

    To lose — if one can find again —
    To miss — if one shall meet —
    The Burglar cannot rob — then —
    The Broker cannot cheat.
    So build the hillocks gaily
    Thou little spade of mine
    Leaving nooks for Daisy
    And for Columbine —
    You and I the secret
    Of the Crocus know —
    Let us chant it softly —
    “There is no more snow!”

    To him who keeps an Orchis’ heart —
    The swamps are pink with June.

  4. emilydickinsonsgarden

    Joanne, I think the Crocus is the perfect example of something daring to cross between two extremes! It’s one of my favorite flowers–certainly, the one I most look forward to seeing!

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