Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Advent Calendar Day 28

This morning we have another poem for you. This is by Margaret Avison, a new-to-me Canadian poet. For me this lovely work of imagery paints the gorgeous beginning of a mystery novel, but of course that was not Avison's intent. ;-)

New Year's Poem
By Margaret Avison

The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle

Along the window-ledge.

             A solitary pearl

Shed from the necklace spilled at last week’s party

Lies in the suety, 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 Arcturus 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, habitable interior

Which mirrors quietly the light

Of the snow, and the new year.


  1. How lovely! I especially adore the ending.

    And yes, a new poet to me as well. Thank you for sharing this and introducing her.

  2. Beautiful poem.... And new author as well. Thank you for sharing it with us!

  3. Very nice. IT does bring to mind many images.

  4. Lovely.....except the whole time reading it, I found myself pondering "whodunit?"

    1. Exactly, sounds like a plot bunny ripe for the picking. *how's that for mixed metaphors?*

      Happy holidays everyone.