February 27, 2012

Evil is only good perverted.



Today is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s birthday! He was born in 1807 today and was, in my opinion, a great poet. If you’re looking for more background information on him go here. And below the cut is my favorite poem by him. Sound off below with your favorite poem or quote by Henry!


Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

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