Wallace Stevens

By Sebastiaan

This poetry book has been in my possession for some time now. It's a collection with Dutch translations, which I don't read, of some poems by Wallace Stevens. I would like to share the following stanza with you:

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Just think about it, read it another time.

EDIT: This stanza is the last one of the poem "Snow Man".