Another bit of Lit...Blue what?

I read this earlier in the year, it is a poem by Wallace Stevens.
I found it, the poem- not the man, in one of my old Lit books "Oxford Book of American Verse".

One section -of a rather long poem he wrote about a man named Crispin- stood out to me, especially the last line I typed below:

Crispin dwelt in the land and dwelling there
Slid from his continent by slow recess
To things within his actual eye, *alert
To the difficulty of rebellious thought
When the sky is blue. The blue infected will.


When I read this I got chill bumps! :)
I have had this illness...felt it coursing throug my bloodstream--induced by the unbearable beauty of a Carolina sky in the Spring, and in the Fall.



The illness came upon me many times in High school. I described it in my journal once as, "the magnetic pull of the earth on the Iron in my blood"...I simply had to go, to be outside, to play, to run...and sometimes drink beer and kiss cute boys :)
The cure, of course, was a "Skipping day", as I so affectionately called it.

Even now I sometimes find myself with this infection, but life is different today.
A mother can not just pick up and run; or she can, but will be called ugly names in the newspaper!



Ever have "A Blue Infected Will", friends?
Want to run off to the park and play on a swing set and the see-saw? Spin me on the Merry-Go-Round!!! Throw the fisbee! Lets take off our shoes and get wet in the river...

Sigh!

Perhaps I should just keep reading my old Lit books! LOL :) A blue infected will can get me into trouble, at least it did in High School :P



*[Note: the last 2 lines can possibly have 2 meanings. 1) Crispin finds it hard to be rebellious when the sky is blue, or 2) he knows rebellious thoughts can bring difficulty into his life, but the blue sky infects his will. #2 is how I interpreted the poem.]