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Thursday, April 10, 2014

A POEM BY WALLACE STEVENS


neil jenney
 
 
 
THE POEM THAT TOOK THE PLACE OF A MOUNTAIN
 
 
There it was, word for word,
 
The poem that took the place of a mountain.
 
 
He breathed its oxygen,
 
Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table.
 
 
It reminded him how he had needed
 
A place to go to in his own direction,
 
 
How he had recomposed the pines,
 
Shifted the rocks and picked his way among the clouds,
 
 
For the outlook that would be right,
 
Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion:
 
 
The exact rock where his inexactnesses

Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged,


Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea,

Recognize his unique and solitary home.


                              ---Wallace Stevens
 


neil jenney
 
 
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3 comments:

  1. your place to go to in your own direction...

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  2. Carol, so right on. This poem was very important in my first years in the mountains.

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  3. What a wonderful image of your 'place' Tj. I have such a restless gypsy soul I can never feel truly at home any place for long. I envy those who do find and "recognize his unique and solitary home." Perhaps that is why I never feel complete...

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