The Light Is Like a Spider

I was reminded by NPR that National Poetry Month is almost over. A good exercise for me is to seek out a poem I've never read before that has meaning for me, so here is the result of an instinctive and spontaneous search that resulted in something very lovely. The author is Wallace Stevens.

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The light is like a spider.

It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there—
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

   There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow. 

Rockwell Kent (1882 - 1971), "Home Port," 1931

For D.