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Better late than never

I read some jaw-dropping poetry over the summer, and no one made me stop and marvel—yeah, that's the right word—more than Wallace Stevens. Perhaps this poem of his will prompt some of you to track him down for more. It's called "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad":

The time of year has grown indifferent.
Mildew of summer and the deepening snow
Are both alike in the routine I know:
I am too dumbly in my being pent.

The wind attendant on the solstices
Blows on the shutters of the metropoles,
Stirring no poet in his sleep, and tolls
The grand ideas of the villages.

The malady of the quotidian . . .
Perhaps if summer ever came to rest
And lengthened, deepened, comforted, caressed
Through days like oceans in obsidian

Horizons, full of night's midsummer blaze;
Perhaps, if winter once could penetrate
Through all its purples to the final slate,
Persisting bleakly in an icy haze;

One might in turn become less diffident,
Out of such mildew plucking neater mould
And spouting new orations of the cold.
One might. One might. But time will not relent.

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vivitalia
Sep. 5th, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
Consider me prompted. Wow.
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