A poem:

A friend sent this over, after a conversation about Stevens. I love the opening line, “One must have a mind of winter” and how it states as fact the way our minds change over seasons. It reminds me of the poem I was recommending to my friend, “A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts," which is so full of rabbit consciousness, the state of mind of being a rabbit at the end of the day, eventually leading to the great lines, “The trees around are for you, / The whole of the wideness of night is for you, / A self that touches all edges, // You become a self that fills the four corners of night.”