Dave Pollard at How to Save the World seems to have a touch of Crowtime Blues. He posts:
Lately I've been re-reading TS Eliot's Four Quartets, surely one of the finest works of the 20th century, and started looking at some blogs that include original poetry. Here's a sampling of some poetry I've found that I especially like. I realize this is a hugely subjective assessment, so I've included a snippet from the work of each poet to tease you, and a link to where you can find more. The theme of all these excerpts, perhaps because this endless winter is getting to me, is Ice and Snow.
Dave very kindly includes a snippet of yours truly. Wallace Stevens is my favorite poet of Eliot's generation, and he wrote my favorite winter poem, to wit:
THE SNOW MAN
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing this is not there and the nothing that is.
Wallace Stevens, from Harmonium
5:24:24 PM 
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