Tuesday, January 26, 2010

God is Good. It is a Beautiful Night. /
Wallace Stevens

God is Good. It is a Beautiful Night.

Look round, brown moon, brown bird, as you rise to fly,
Look round at the head and zither
On the ground.

Look round you as you start to rise, brown moon,
At the book and shoe, the rotted rose
At the door.

This was the place to which you came last night,
Flew close to, flew without rising away.
Now, again,

In your light the head is speaking. It reads the book.
It becomes a scholar again, seeking celestial

Picking thin music on the rustiest string,
Squeezing the reddest fragrance from the stump
Of summer.

The reddest fragrance falls from your fiery wings.
The song of the great space of your age pierces
The fresh night.

Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)1942
from Transport to Summer, 1947

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]

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