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Wow! Did you stop and marvel at this stunning line Snow sparkles like eyesight falling to earth, I kept returning to it, touching its texture, tasting its syllables, and finding that line just as perfect as I did the first time.

it's all winter to me... no sun, just snow, frozen field, ice

Wallace Stevens's poetry is quite difficult to understand - its meaning if often obscure. Let's take the following lines from “Montrachet-Le-Jardin”: What is there to love than I have loved? And if there be nothing more, O bright, O bright, The chick, the chidder-barn and grassy chives And great moon, cricket-impresario, And, hoy, the impopulous purple-plated past, Hoy, hoy, the blue bulls kneeling down to rest. - I'd like to translate these verses into Italian, for a book to be published, but I can't find a logical meaning.. Is there a poet who can tell me what they mean..? Thanks a lot

Narration of the nature in winter's severe cold of January is magnificent. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

Your way with words is striking. I felt it all. Thank you for sharing.

bright is the malice, thanks, I like it.