Wednesday, November 24, 2010

TC: Wallace Stevens: The Snow Man


File:Cat dancing in the snow-Tscherno.jpg

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.

The Snow Man: Wallace Stevens, 1921, from Harmonium, 1923

Cat dancing in snow: photo by Matthias Zirngibl, 2006


Curtis Roberts said...

This is, of course, magnificent and, for me, tonic. And it goes without saying, but -- what a cat!

TC said...

Yes, jubilation personified!

(I have at times cynically assumed that the orchestrator of the shot has dangled something tantalizing out of the frame, but of course then I realize that in my heart I know that I am wrong, the cat is truly attempting to capture a snowflake...)