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When It Snowed
It was almost holy when it snowed
waiting to see Santa at Sears
for a photo in a plaid coat & mittens
the real one was at Macy’s in Herald Square
Waiting to see Santa at Sears
Daddy took us to pick out the tree
the real one was at Macy’s in Herald Square
topped with an angel’s folded feather wings
Daddy took us to pick out the tree
I need a two-gun holster & a saxophone
topped with an angel’s folded feather wings
our house Silent Night & blue lights
I need a two-gun holster & a saxophone
when we finish caroling on Ryeside
our house Silent Night & blue lights
it was almost holy when it snowed
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In May of 2022, Janet Hamill was inducted into the Inaugural 100th Anniversary Hall of Fame of her hometown of New Milford, NJ, in the category of Arts & Letters. She is the author of ten books, most recently A Map of the Heavens: Selected Poems 1975-2017 (Spuyten Duyvil, NY, 2020) and Baby Parade (Vehicle Editions, NY, 2022), and the recipient of Publishers Weekly Book of the Year and the Pushcart Prize. Hamill has collaborated with poets and musicians Bob Holman, Maureen Owen, Patti Smith, Lenny Kaye, and Moving Star, artists/photographers Robert Mapplethorpe, Ken Tisa, and Michael Sypulski. Surrealist-influenced, Hamill has been an active member of the Seligmann Committee, which seeks to make the Swiss-American surrealist’s home in Sugar Loaf, NY, a protected site.
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Robert Henri, Snow in New York, 1902. Oil on canvas. National Gallery of Art (Wash. DC)
My two gun holster gave me the girl power I needed. I think I still wear them. Thank you for taking me there.
Posted by: Jody Payne | December 25, 2022 at 10:12 AM
DIVINITY ON CHRISTMAS
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | December 25, 2022 at 11:00 AM
Love this poem
Posted by: Eileen | December 25, 2022 at 02:10 PM
Thanks for the comment, Jody, and Merry Christmas to you.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 25, 2022 at 05:43 PM
Yes, perfect. Merry Christmas!
Posted by: Stacey | December 26, 2022 at 08:13 AM
I love how "almost holy" this experience is, and the "angel's folded feather wings," the holster and horn, the beautiful sound of "caroling at Ryeside," the lulling repetitions. This is Janey Hamill's own distinctive poem in the vein of cummings's song to his tree during this season. Nice pick!
Posted by: Don Berger | December 26, 2022 at 08:59 AM
Prof. Berger: Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 26, 2022 at 09:26 AM
Where are the snows of yester year? In this lovely poem. Thanks so much, and happy Christmas!
Posted by: Bill Nevins | December 26, 2022 at 10:20 AM
The perfect poem and painting for the season! And love the photo of Susan and Santa :)
Posted by: Maureen Owen | December 26, 2022 at 02:24 PM
Almosty holy: yes, a perfect choice. Great is the painting (and the photo of young Susan with old Santa).
Posted by: David Lehman | December 26, 2022 at 02:38 PM
As you read this lovely poem, hark! the Herald Square angel's wings. Yes, wings, not sing nor sings. The poem itself does the singing.
Posted by: Peter Kearney | December 27, 2022 at 01:42 PM