A Quiet, Peaceful Day
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XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
”Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” Wallace Stevens
All of my Christmas decorations were accidentally put in storage when we moved a few months ago. I didn’t realize until it was too late so luckily the lights of the city kept us in the spirit. And, of course, the pets.
Merry Christmas, to all who celebrate and a wonderful evening to all.
Merry Christmas Mary and may 2022 bring an indictment or fifteen for Donald 🎄🎁🎉🎊🎈
Thanks for the Wallace Stevens Poem.
Here is another
The Snowman-
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.