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Large Red Man Reading / Wallace Stevens

Von: George Dance (georgedance04@yahoo.ca) [Profil]
Datum: 25.01.2010 02:32
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Large Red Man Reading

There were ghosts that returned to earth to hear his phrases,
As he sat there reading, aloud, the great blue tabulae.
They were those from the wilderness of stars that had expected more.

There were those that returned to hear him read from the poem of life,
Of the pains above the stove, the pots on the table, the tulips among
them.
They were those that would have wept to step, barefoot, into reality,

That would have wept and been happy, have shivered in the frost
And cried out to feel it again, have run fingers over leaves
And against the most coiled thorn, have seized on what was ugly

And laughed, as he sat there reading, from out of the purple tabulae,
The outlines of being and its expressings, the syllables of its law:
Poesis, poesis, the literal characters, the vatic lines,

Which in those ears and in those thin, those spended hearts,
Took on color, took on shape and the size of things as they are
And spoke the feeling for them, which was what they had lacked.

---
Wallace Stevens

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?ide76

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