Yvor Winters

The land is numb.
It stands beneath the feet, and one may come
Walking securely, till the sea extends
Its limber margin, and precision ends.

Arthur Yvor Winters (October 17, 1900 – January 26, 1968) was an American poet and literary critic.

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Observations

• ..even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear,the minds ear can be trained only by the other..which comes back to reading poetry aloud..
  • The Audible Reading of Poetry.The Hudson Review 4.3 1951

Other

• By practice and conviction formed,
  With ancient stubbornness ingrained,
  Although her body clung and swarmed,
  My own identity remained.
  • Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight (1988)

• And you are here beside me, small,
  Contained and fragile, and intent
  On things that I but half recall-
• The rain of matter upon sense
  Destroys me momently. The score:
  There comes what will come.
  • At the San Francisco Airport (1976)

• Metal, intrinsic value, deep and dense,
  Preanimate, inimitable, still,
  Real, but an evil with no human sense,
  Dispersed the mind to concentrate the will.
• What calm catastrophe will yet assuage
  This final drouth of penitential tears?
  • John Sutter (1976)

• The land is numb.
  It stands beneath the feet, and one may come
  Walking securely, till the sea extends
  Its limber margin, and precision ends.
  • The Slow Pacific Swell (1976)

External links

• Winters: A Man For All Reasons