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3672335 No.3672335 [Reply] [Original]

hello lit...

I recently finished the collected poems of Wallace Stevens. It's been amazing.

Here's a good one...
A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts by Wallace Stevens
The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur—

There was the cat slopping its milk all day,
Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
And August the most peaceful month.

To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten on the moon;

And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;

Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of itself;
And east rushes west and west rushes down,
No matter. The grass is full

And full of yourself. The trees around are for you,
The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
A self that touches all edges,

You become a self that fills the four corners of night.
The red cat hides away in the fur-light
And there you are humped high, humped up,

You are humped higher and higher, black as stone—
You sit with your head like a carving in space
And the little green cat is a bug in the grass.

>> No.3672340

>>3672335
I hope you enjoy it. Stevens' language is playful and philosophical in such a wonderful way.

>> No.3672343

this can also be a general poetry thread... if you want

>> No.3672352

I mean I could post more. I just thought someone would read that, and it would change their life, and they would cry at their computer.

>> No.3672363

Of the Surface of Things
I
In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
hills and a cloud.
II
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
"The spring is like a belle undressing."
III
The gold tree is blue.
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.

>> No.3672365

>>3672335
thank. been interested in stevenns since a friend recommend. been doin some more ketamine tonight. sense of directionality and movement of the spirit in the poem is very familiar to k movement. i should introduce them...

>> No.3672367

>>3672365
THANK YOU. There should be appreciation of this man! He's consistently great.

>> No.3672374

ALSO...

I will answer poetry related questions!

>> No.3672386

spirits are so clear here...i've been posting here for only a few months and I've seen a couple times them so clear, more than any other internet, occasionally. poetry question is another name beyond stevens?

>> No.3672390

post owl's clover pl0x

>> No.3672402

>>3672390
good name

>> No.3672410

>>3672374
when you read 'parts of a world' did you see it as a re-presentation of the landscape presented in 'harmonium'?

>> No.3672422

>>3672386
go for it, bro.

>> No.3672430

motive for metaphor pretty beastly, though i get erked that he can't be anything but ironical when taking on such simple phrasing