(silent) poetry reading

I liked this blog-wide phenomenon. I’m also a Wallace Stevens fan. And, you know, Groundhog Day and winter (but not!) and all that, too.

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

(I’m ashamed to say that this is going to take the place of Eye Candy this week. No great photos this week!)

4 Responses to (silent) poetry reading

  1. Ashley says:

    It’s poem candy! I love this one–and I love even more that someone (I can only guess that it was one of my colleagues, but it might have been a student, I suppose) has been hanging copies of it on all the bulletin boards in my building this snowy, snowy week.

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