Diary of the Plague Year: Day 100 23 June 2020: Quotidian Poetry: Wallace Stevens (1879 – 1955)

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 nothing that is.
Selected Poems
Wallace Stevens
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Diary of the Plague Year: Day 99 22 June 2020: Quotidian Poetry: John Donne (1572 – 1631)


Goe, and catche a falling starre,
    Get with child a mandrake roote,
Tell me, where all past yeares are,
     Or who cleft the Divels foot,
Teach me to heare Mermaides singing,
     Or to keep off envies stinging,
                     And finde
                     What winde
Serves to advance an honest minde.
If thou beest borne to strange sights,
     Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand daies and nights,
     Till age snow white haires on thee,
Thou, when thou retorn’st, wilt tell mee
All strange wonders that befell thee,
                     And sweare
                     No where
Lives a woman true, and faire.
If thou findst one, let mee know,
     Such a Pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet doe not, I would not goe,
     Though at next doore wee might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
                     Yet shee
                     Will bee
False, ere I come, to two, or three.


John Donne


Edited by John Hayward