Happy New Year, friends and neighbors!

This as Including That This rock and the dry birds Fluttering in blue leaves, This rock and the priest, The priest of nothingness who intones-- It is true that you live on this rock And in it. It is wholly you. It is true that there are thoughts That move in the air as large as air, That are almost not our own, but thoughts To which we are related, In an association like yours With the rock and mine with you. The iron settee is cold. A fly crawls on the balustrades. --Wallace Stevens "More than any other modern poet, Stevens was concerned with the transformative power of the imagination. Composing poems on his way to and from the office and in the evenings, Stevens continued to spend his days behind a desk at the office, and led a quiet, uneventful life."