Cold Spring: A Diary
by Roger Snell
|These poems and line drawings detail
one month in spring at the end of the 20th century. In an era of dot coms
and accelerating bandwidths, these poems guide attention to the urban animals
who survive oil-slick streets to inhabit the poet's imagination.
A spring night.
Lighting the candle.
I went out and swept the garden.
The cats kept on sleeping.
A mad woman was out there
in the street,
in the spring night.