Friday, August 21, 2009

Snow and Stars

by Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)

The grackles sing avant the spring
Most spiss -- oh! Yes, most spissantly.
They sing right puissantly.

This robe of snow and winter stars,
The devil take it, wear it, too.
It might become his hole of blue.

Let him move it to his regions,
White and star-furred for his legions,
And make much bing, high bing.

It would be ransom for the willow
And fill the hill and fill it full
Of ding, ding, dong.

Sunday, August 16, 2009


The Lord forgives many things,
so I have heard.

Mary Oliver, "More Beautiful than the Honey Locust Tree Are the Words of the Lord," from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006), p. 31