Tuesday, November 27, 2012



We live in a constellation

Of patches and of pitches,

Not in a single world,

In things said well in music,

On the piano, and in speech,

As in a page of poetry —

Thinkers without final thoughts

In an always incipient cosmos,

The way, when we climb a mountain,

Vermont throws itself together.


Wallace Stevens
Selected Poems
(Knopf 2009)


Robert Frost and Wallace Stevens
Key West, 1940

photo: Alexandra Schueler



Conrad DiDiodato said...

In this humble Canadian's opinion,here are America's two very best poets!

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

And, Conrad, we always like to hear from our northern neighbor. I bet these two New England neighbors sitting for the photograph in Key West (of all places) would agree to that
all's well, Bob