From fd62ec1bd51fd9c5e527f29545c8a72f78143d2b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Matthew Lemon Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2022 16:23:35 +0100 Subject: update --- content/blog/of_mere_being.md | 4 ++++ 1 file changed, 4 insertions(+) (limited to 'content/blog/of_mere_being.md') diff --git a/content/blog/of_mere_being.md b/content/blog/of_mere_being.md index 6c61e3b..4077daf 100644 --- a/content/blog/of_mere_being.md +++ b/content/blog/of_mere_being.md @@ -14,3 +14,7 @@ Stevens' poetry defies explanation and that is an enigmatic and wonderful first For me this poem has such a baking glow: the palm, the gold-feathered bird, the bronze. The palm brings the heat and the desert. And all of it at the "end" of the mind. At a boundary of space and time, when the mind and reason matters no longer, far from meaning. That's what poetry can and should be. + +## Further appreciation and comment + +- [The Poem](https://ofmerebeing.com/the-poem/) -- cgit v1.2.3