Saturday, September 1, 2012

The Planet On The Table : Poem In Your Post

The Planet On The Table

Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.

Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.

His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.

It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,

Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.
                                 - Wallace Stevens
And here's the poem being read by Bill Murray. Lovely. 

You can find more of Wallace Stevens, one of our great American literary lights, at his page on

1 comment:

Parrish Lantern said...

One from a favourite poet at this moment.

Definition of Departures

I didn't know that the bitter flower of loneliness when held up close Sounds like departing steps

Octavian Paler

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