Wednesday, November 30, 2005

A very good commentary on Wallace Steven's "The Snow Man" on last night's All Things Considered by Jay Keyser, focusing on the how the structure of the poem mirrors its subject. I went through a Stevens phase a couple of decades ago. Perhaps it's time to take an evening and revisit.

Here's the poem:

 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.


Anonymous FHN said...

Harold Bloom ruined Stevens for me, as he's ruined many for me.

Went back and read "Idea of Order at Key West." Much better than I remember having left it.

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