Blogland, I Salute Thee, and You Too Wallace Stevens

Like a lot of folks, I've gone through my share of blogging angst. I'm an existentialist, so I can't piss and moan about it. It's the way I am supposed to feel.

However, despite the angst, I have grown fond of my blog this year. Where else can I write about adoring the log integral function and make it public?

Summer is marching on faster than I would like, and I am already thinking about winter for some reason. Plus, the Cubs' performance has sent a chill through the very depths of my soul. So, I post my all time very favorite poem, written by Wallace Stevens. I know, it's so much anthologized it is almost a cliche.

The Snow Man

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.

I say it is one of the best English sentences ever written. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.