Monday, May 15, 2006

Wallace Stevens

It is almost overdue, but on the way to the library to return The Palm At The End of the Mind, I decided I would renew it. I had to keep reading. Plus, I found someone's train ticket in the book. Torn into bookmarks, each piece a placeholder for a span of travel and reading between here and Denver. That will be a poem in the next few days I think. I have liked The Snow Man (that I think of as Mind of Winter) for some time, but now there are several others. Now Of Heaven Considered as a Tomb has a place, and I need to think about On the Road Home for so much longer.

I have really come to like Stevens.

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