Universe of Things

Steven Shaviro has a very good reading of Shelley's Mont Blanc. I couldn't help liking it a lot, as a long time Shelley scholar. It's a very beautiful, glacial (in more ways than one) poem.

The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom--
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters--with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume,
In the wild woods, among the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever,
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves. (1–11)