New Year's Poem

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The Christmas twigs crispencrispen To make crisp and needles rattle
Along the window-ledge.
A solitary pearl
Shed from the necklace spilled at last week’s party
Lies in the suety,suety Fatty; from suet, an animal fat used in cooking to create tallow snow-luminous plainness
Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them.
And all the furniture that circled stately
And hospitable when these rooms were brimmed
With perfumes, furs, and black-and-silver
Crisscross of seasonal conversation, lapses
Into its previous largeness.
I remember
Anne’s rose-sweet gravity, and the stiff grave
Where cold so little can contain;
I mark the queer delightful skull and crossbones
Starlings and sparrows left, taking the crust,
And the long loop of winter wind
Smoothing its arc from dark ArcturusArcturus The brightest star in the northern sky, located in the constellation Boötes down
To the bricked corner of the drifted courtyard,
And the still window-ledge.
Gentle and just pleasure
It is, being human, to have won from space
This unchill,unchill Warmed, thawed habitable interior
Which mirrors quietly the light
Of the snow, and the new year.
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