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| awynfoto - 19 January 2015 |
Though one be accustomed to
winter's flakefall and drift,
tree limbs encrusted with snow,
or cedars' boughs iced and
heavied in the wake of
each freezing sweep
spring thaw, keeping one frosted
in the moment,
no thinking, no feeling,
no sight nor sound should permeate,
so that one can behold
the all and the nothing,
be-ing, non-thereness, and the
That that just is.
Inspired by:
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.
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.
It was -29C last week. Yesterday it warmed up to about -17C and we got new snow.
Early morning, I saw my elderly neighbor out the window, already shoveling.
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| awynfoto-19 January 2015 |
Partout, l'hiver.
C'est ça. C'est bon.
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| awynfotokard, 19 January 2015 |
