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 . . .
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Wallace Stevens
from The Man with the Blue Guitar, 1937
from The Man with the Blue Guitar, 1937
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
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