{"id":118,"date":"2014-01-22T09:04:21","date_gmt":"2014-01-22T14:04:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unhewnstones.com\/?p=118"},"modified":"2014-01-22T09:04:21","modified_gmt":"2014-01-22T14:04:21","slug":"what-the-snow-reveals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/2014\/01\/22\/what-the-snow-reveals\/","title":{"rendered":"What the snow reveals"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"\/dw\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/IMG_3103.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/dw\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/IMG_3103-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"snow on leaves\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-122\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Despite preemptive school closings and dire warnings of Black Ice, only a dusting of snow fell here last night &#8212; not even enough to cover the ground. A good snow, glistening contentedly in the morning sun, reflecting the clean clear blue sky after the cold front, hides the mess we&#8217;ve made of the world and gives the illusion of purity, a new beginning &#8212; &#8220;a revolution of snow,&#8221; as <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/176051\">Billy Collins writes<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>its white flag waving over everything,<br \/>\nthe landscape vanished&#8230;<br \/>\nthe government buildings smothered,<br \/>\nschools and libraries buried, the post office lost<br \/>\nunder the noiseless drift,<br \/>\nthe paths of trains softly blocked,<br \/>\nthe world fallen under this falling.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>But the world was already fallen, and <a href=\"http:\/\/allpoetry.com\/poem\/8506711-First-Snow-by-Boris-Pasternak\">Boris Pasternak thought<\/a> the snow&#8217;s motives less than pure, seeing rather<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>That snow falls out of reticence,<br \/>\nIn order to deceive.<br \/>\nConcealing unrepentantly<br \/>\nAnd trimming you in white<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>For Pasternak, indeed, snow may be nothing more than the Altoids on the breath of an alcoholic: <!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;for all I know,<br \/>\nSomeone has something sinful to<br \/>\nConceal in all this snow!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Had our snow any such pretensions it failed utterly. Like a bad lie it reveals more than it conceals &#8212; the broken stems, the unraked leaves, the litter of pine straw, lifting each imperfection from the damp earth into bright relief. Last night the city lights illumined every powdered chassis in a used-car lot, shapes that warm and dry would dissolve at thirty miles an hour into blurred forms of light and metal instead made distinct, unique, thrust into vision and forced upon consciousness. Today snow coats the wooden porch but melts at the touch of metal screws, laughing at the secret of its host&#8217;s construction. A muddy piece of trash in the wood, camoflauged by the endless layered browns of winter, becomes a jarring regularity in the chaos. Every footprint is revealed.<\/p>\n<p>And yet: somehow beautiful nonetheless.<\/p>\n<p>We want our sins to be wiped clean, but some days, we only get them made pretty. Some days it will have to be enough.<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Despite preemptive school closings and dire warnings of Black Ice, only a dusting of snow fell here last night &#8212; not even enough to cover the ground. A good snow, glistening contentedly in the morning sun, reflecting the clean clear blue sky after the cold front, hides the mess we&#8217;ve made of the world and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[17],"tags":[60,247,276,307,341,402],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8I1ci-1U","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=118"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidwalbert.com\/dw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}