theperfumeddandy February 17, 2014 Dearest V If everyone new more poetry and took even a tiny bit of interest in practical politics I’m convinced the world would be a better place. Now I’m off to read some Wallace Stevens. Happy Presidents’ Day. Yours ever The Perfumed Dandy Loading...
Vickie Lester February 17, 2014 Love Stevens! Of Mere Being The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down. ~Wallace Stevens, 1954~ Loading...
Heather in Arles February 18, 2014 Well, that just made my morning. Thank you very much, Ms V. Loading...
Vickie Lester February 18, 2014 Love, love, love Wallace Stevens. A suit, a poet, a modern wonder. Loading...
Dearest V
If everyone new more poetry and took even a tiny bit of interest in practical politics I’m convinced the world would be a better place.
Now I’m off to read some Wallace Stevens.
Happy Presidents’ Day.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
Love Stevens!
Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance.
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
~Wallace Stevens, 1954~
Well, that just made my morning. Thank you very much, Ms V.
Love, love, love Wallace Stevens. A suit, a poet, a modern wonder.
Impressive poem indeed