THE SADNESS OF THE SNOW

the sadness of the snow

though the sky is all heavy but after the snowflakes flutter in unreality it gets all dim and otherworldly and suddenly it’s just you and your breath and it’s oddly comforting, the universe snug against your chin; he was like a beauteous oblivion pressing up against my skin

the stars are talking only to your own small darkness. the stars are talking only to your own small darkness.

the stars are talking only about you too. so much happened but I don’t know if you are a stranger to be in my room and I don’t know

the sadness of the snow:

though the sky is all heavy but after the snowflakes flutter in unreality it gets dim and otherworldly and suddenly it’s just you and your interminable breath and it’s oddly comforting, the universe snug against your chin;

is in how it falls

and how it falls


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 third poetry book through Transcendent Zero Press

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reviews

“What’s remarkable about Elena Botts is not necessarily that she’s 20 years old and writing such ambitious and impactful verse but rather that her abstraction is of the rare warm and lyrical sort even in such icy climates. In this collection, Botts examines the fractures of light and the dissolves of winter for evidence of beauty and life. What we’re left with in the afterglow of her mining is a sense that the season for and the voice of this inventive young poet are forever ageless.”

-Alan Semerdjian, poet, musician & educator

“Elena Botts, a winner of the 2013 Jacklyn Potter Young Poets award, in her second published volume of poetry “The Sadness of Snow,” has given us a work that is replete with intense sensitivity and a fertile imagination. Her poems are rich in dynamic imagery which she manipulates with dexterity and evocative tenderness. They explore a vast palette of colors and the entire keyboard of human emotions. Hers is a desolate, sincere meditation and vision of the world, love and nature. But embedded in her shadows are striking moments of luminosity, hope and haunting lyricism. In the poem titled “the story of how you lost all faith in yourself” she makes gorgeous music: it snowed once in Berlin in the springtime when every island was supposed to have meaning especially the island of peacocks but more so the isle of belles you took the train but never got off… The prose poems that form a large portion of this volume possess an interior strength and facilitate the exploration of varied rhythms and richly suggestive metaphors. Finally, for Ms. Botts, her art is a compulsion. In her poem “analogies” she writes: “being is like a song if you like to sing and do it well but only when you are in a room by yourself and not/ expecting anybody nor even trying to pass the time.” It is most comforting to discover this bold and vibrant new voice, a voice that we hope will continue singing for herself and for us.”

-Sydney March, English and Creative Writing Instructor, Montgomery College Associate editor, The Potomac Review Contributing Editor, The Sligo Review

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