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Hockey Fans Versus Wallace Stevens

Hockey Fans Versus Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost … … and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind…. —Wallace Stevens, The Snow Man. Hockey? I’d rather watch … Continue reading

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