HolyUnicorn
Senior Member
Mandarin / the Shanghai Dialect
Hello,
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.
The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow...
It would have been outside.
From Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself by Wallace Stevens
The whole poem can be read here. Stevens's "Not Ideas"
Could you explain the image associated with “battered panache”? Panache is feathers on a helmet. I have a hard time imagining how the sun is like battered panache.
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.
The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow...
It would have been outside.
From Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself by Wallace Stevens
The whole poem can be read here. Stevens's "Not Ideas"
Could you explain the image associated with “battered panache”? Panache is feathers on a helmet. I have a hard time imagining how the sun is like battered panache.
