New Year’s

POETRY: Snowfall by Ravi Shankar

January 1, 2019

Particulate as ash, new year’s first snow falls upon peaked roofs, car hoods, undulant hills, in imitation of motion that moves the way static cascades down screens when the cable zaps out, persistent & granular with a flicker of legibility that dissipates before it can be interpolated into any succession of imagery. One hour stretches sixty minutes into a field of white flurry: hexagonal lattices of water molecules that accumulate in drifts too soon strewn with sand, hewn into browning mounds by plow blade, left to turn to [...]

POETRY: New Year Poem by Philip Larkin

January 1, 2018

The short afternoon ends, and the year is over; Above trees at the end of the garden the sky is unchanged, An endless sky; and the west street, as ever, Between standing houses are empty and unchallenged. From roads where men go home I walk apart —The buses bearing their loads away from works, Through the dusk the bicycles coming home from bricks— There evening like a derelict lorry is alone and mute. These houses are deserted, felt over smashed windows, No milk on the step, a note pinned to the door Telling of departure: only shadows Move when in the day the sun is seen for an hour, Yet to me this decaying landscape has its uses: To make me remember, who am always inclined to forget. That there is always a changing at the root, And a [...]

POETRY: Dirge For The Year by Percy Bysshe Shelly

January 1, 2018

Orphan Hours, the year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep! Merry Hours, smile instead, For the Year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping. As an earthquake rocks a corse In its coffin in the clay, So White Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold Year today; Solemn Hours! wail aloud For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the Year:—be calm and mild, Trembling Hours; she will arise With new love within her eyes. January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps—but, O ye Hours, Follow with May’s fairest [...]

POETRY: The Year, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

December 31, 2016

What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings. We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead. We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that’s the burden of the year. [...]