CREATIVE REFRESHMENT
‘It Snows’ by Hannah Flagg Gould
‘Drifting Silence’ — painting by Susan Alison

‘It Snows’
It snows! it snows! from out the sky The feathered flakes, how fast they fly, Like little birds, that don’t know why They’re on the chase, from place to place, While neither can the other trace. It snows! it snows! a merry play Is o’er us, on this heavy day!
As dancers in an airy hall, That hasn’t room to hold them all, While some keep up, and others fall, The atoms shift, then, thick and swift, They drive along to form the drift, That weaving up, so dazzling white, Is rising like a wall of light.
But, now the wind comes whistling loud, To snatch and waft it, as a cloud, Or giant phantom in a shroud; It spreads! it curls! it mounts and whirls, At length, a mighty wing unfurls; And then, away! but, where, none knows, Or ever will. — It snows! it snows!
To-morrow will the storm be done; Then, out will come the golden sun: And we shall see, upon the run Before his beams, in sparkling streams, What now a curtain o’er him seems. And thus, with life, it ever goes; ‘T is shade and shine! — It snows! it snows!
Hannah Flagg Gould was born in 1789. Her father was one of a small company who fought in the first battle of the American Revolutionary War, the Battle of Lexington. After her mother died, Hannah, who was still a child at this point, took over his care. It sounds as if she was the light of his life.
It also sounds as if she provided light for a lot of other people who flocked to her side for her vivacious personality. She had a ready wit and could be relied upon to share around her cheerfulness.
Her first book of poetry was published by some of her friends without her knowledge. How fab is that! She went on to publish another ten volumes of poetry and one of prose.
She was known for making “… things of nature think and speak as if they were real persons” and for “… investing every thing in nature with a human intelligence.”
She wrote ‘A Name in the Sand’ as a way of saying that we are a tad too quick to overestimate our own importance:
“Alone I walked on the ocean strand, A pearly shell was in my hand; I stooped, and wrote upon the sand My name, the year, the day. As onward from the sport I passed, One lingering look behind I cast, A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.”
My own creativity is always refreshed by reading the creative works of others — especially some of the classic poems, knowing they were written in a different world at a different time, with a different mindset.
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