How can you name the scent of snow or the gentle kiss of frost?
How can you set the sounds of dusk to music when it tastes of tears?
How can you tell the difference between a stolen kiss and a rain in June?
How can this silent winter cold make thunder in an absent tense?
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is
Laura hosts at dVerse on paradox. One choice is to write using the last line of Wallace Stevens’ “The snow man”, and my idea was to write questions matching his answer. Which was my way of going beyond the meaning or resolution of opposites.
For me personally the quote invokes the memory of putting up your tent in snow away from the wind, and the realizing how silent the silence really can be.
February 23, 2021