When it starts to get a little cold out, as it is right now in New York, I’m reminded of a poem that I’d memorized when I was around 21: The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens. At the time, I was terribly serious and stern with myself, and had found the poem in a dusty, large copy of the Norton Anthology of Poetry, which I had checked out from the stacks of my…
to have been cold a long time
losing; a mind of winter; wallace stevens
