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“And so the snow slows and swirls, and melts along the edges. The first snow isn’t good for much. It makes a few people write poetry, a few wonder if the Christmas shopping is done, a few make reservations at the skiing lodge. It’s a sentimental prelude to the real thing. It’s picturesque & quaint. And damn it to hell, if I don’t be quiet I’ll never get that Botany done!”
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950
And thus concludes “First Snow”. It is a pleasant counterpoint to our own first of summer, the beginning of Texas hell.
-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950
And thus concludes “First Snow”. It is a pleasant counterpoint to our own first of summer, the beginning of Texas hell.
