Gubbinal
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
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From Harmonium | 1923
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I like this quie a lot, and I'm not overly fond of Stevens.
I'm surprised that I overlooked it when I read his Collected Poems a year or so ago.
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