Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Man with the Blue Guitar (XX)


XX

What is there in life except one's ideas.
Good air, good friend, what is there in life?

Is it ideas that I believe?
Good air, my only friend, believe,

Believe would be a brother full
Of love, believe would be a friend

Friendlier than my only friend,
Good air. Poor pale, poor pale guitar . . .

---
Wallace Stevens
from The Man with the Blue Guitar, 1937

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]


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