there’s a certain slant of light


I’m in Erratic-Postin’™ mode this week and next, but there’s always room for this poem, introduced to me by Jamie Block at some point around 1989.

“The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens

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.


here at the farm, sunsets can get serious

0 thoughts on “there’s a certain slant of light

  1. littlerattyratratrat

    Haven’t checked xtcian since before the holidays. Thanks for the Stevens and the beautiful photo. Hope you and Tessa and the little one have a great year!


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