--Corazón, stout dog,
“Poetry Is a Destructive Force,”
Wallace Stevens
To bark with all our might
Straight from the heart is just
What we didn’t want—
We needed something
That would clearly set us apart
From the howling, romantic pack. So
Oh so vain as ever, we found ourselves
Mushing on to wherever it was
We were going,
Forgetting all too soon
That which brings us
Together remains
For all appearances,
A blinding blizzard pure
As the driven snow.
Ah, the fleet and witty truth! With its double- and triple-takes! And, for any reader familiar with Zambaras poems, yet another superb piece about the "unbelievable white," and the snow, and where we're headed.
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