Great Regulars: Robert Haight, the poet,

certainly knows about snow, how silence grows more silent in the snow. He was born in Detroit and lives at Hemlock Lake in Cass County. (He has two fine collections; the recent one is Emergences and Spinner Falls, New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2002.)

In this poem, he's carefully chosen where we'll stop, where we'll pause. We'll stop after the question. We'll stop again after we've seen the ghosts of deer. We'll pause after "lapse" so that we actually experience the lapse. And then we'll stop at the end to allow ourselves to feel how one moment does move into the next.

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Snow and silence

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