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arseniy
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By Wallace Stevens. I have yet to dive far into modernism, but I know that his work will supply a lifetime of challenge and pleasure. In this poem I recognize a unity of thought, action, and environment, and it seems to stand opposed to another winter poem of his (which I’ll post in reply). How do you interpret this?
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arseniy
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When Stevens writes of winter, he conveys a nature that is barren and empty of imaginative energy; one that represses our humanity, and does not dance with it as it does in the Infanta Marina. Do you also read this same contrast between the two poems?
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