It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing.
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar limbs.
-Wallace Stevens, "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"
I want to take a nap. But I won't. I will be too cold to get up from under the blanket. Too tired to get up. And I will want to eat when I get up. Which makes no sense. Plus, I may be cranky after a nap.
oh, a Stevens fan, I see,
ReplyDeleteone must have a mind of winter
to regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow
poetry is the supreme fiction, madame
pursuit of truth should keep us
warm and bright
hmm, you’ve tempted me to drink some coffee but I won’t, I need to get some sleep tonight.