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| The Cathedral wears her white coat! |
The Snow Man (1921)
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.
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.
Wallace Stevens
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| From the window |
[I'm studying Wallace Stevens, that's why I chose and copied this poem.
I also have an oral presentation on Tuesday (I will present 'Sunday Morning') so, fingers crossed]
See you soon,
Love
A beautiful picture you took here! Englishness captured a few miles above Canterbury cathedral. Or, following Wordsworth, the mystery in which the heavy and the weary weight of all the unintelligible world is lightened.
RépondreSupprimerSo whenever you find yourself stepping into the mess in the kitchen, think of it...
Hugs,
Don Quixotte