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grego 12-14-2000 09:25 AM

The Snow Man
 
<font size="4"><b>The Snow Man</b></font><!--4-->
<font size="4"><i>By Wallace Stevens</i><font size="4">


<font size="3">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 nothing that is.</font><!--3-->

isoh 12-14-2000 10:27 AM

RE:The Snow Man
 
nothing is as nothing does http://216.71.206.188/images/flytalk/Wilk.gif

Stevens was a bank teller by day and is said to have composed most of his poems on the walk to work. I can just hear his footsteps in his work. I had never read this one before. Awesome. &lt;I give it two snaps up...!&gt; Thanks, Greg!!

grego 12-14-2000 12:36 PM

RE:The Snow Man
 
Actually, he worked for an Insurance Company in Conn. for 39 years, where he rose to the level of VP & head of its Surety Claims Department (kind of sounds like Montey Python) before his death in 1955 at age 75. He also won a Pultizer in poetry.

Kind of an Intense Diddey though!

isoh 12-14-2000 01:04 PM

RE:The Snow Man
 
Yeah, I knew it was something stodgy. The point is he was a bean counter in all other aspects of his life. No one even suspected that he could crank out such "intense" stuff. This is him in 1948:
http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilre...ns/stevens.gif

He died a few months after winning the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1955.

isoh 12-14-2000 01:19 PM

RE:The Snow Man
 
<font size="4"><b>The River of Rivers in Connecticut</b></font><!--4-->


<font size="3">There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one comes to the first black cataracts
And trees that lack the intelligence of trees.

In that river, far this side of Stygia,
The mere flowing of the water is a gayety,
Flashing and flashing in the sun. On its banks,

No shadow walks. The river is fateful,
Like the last one. But there is no ferryman.
He could not bend against its propelling force.

It is not to be seen beneath the appearances
That tell of it. The steeple at Farmington
Stands glistening and Haddam shines and sways.

It is the third commonness with light and air,
A curriculum, a vigor, a local abstraction . . .
Call it, one more, a river, an unnamed flowing,

Space-filled, reflecting the seasons, the folk-lore
Of each of the senses; call it, again and again,
The river that flows nowhere, like a sea.</font><!--3-->


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