“I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.“
Remembering Wallace Stevens on his birthday.
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“I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.“
Remembering Wallace Stevens on his birthday.
A lyric for 2022 (credit to Wallace Stevens)
#Firstlinefridays
Look in the terrible mirror of the sky
And not in this dead glass, which can reflect
Only the surfaces—the bending arm,
The leaning shoulder and the searching eye.
From Blanche McCarthy by Wallace Stevens.
#poetry #poems
Thank you for my #poetryswap2021 gifts @kspenmoll !🤗 I have heard of Wallace Stevens but don‘t know much about him or his work & I‘m excited to explore a local-to-you poet. Cool that he was neighbors with your cousins too. I‘m a chip-hound, so I‘m happy to try a local brand & of course, tea is always welcome. Since I am as “moody” of a tea drinker as I am a reader—a sampler is perfect. The Florence Griswold postcard will be used in journaling.💙
Whiskey+jambalaya+Wallace Stevens=perfect Friday night. The Emperor of Ice Cream is a handful of poems I have memorized.
I *almost* forgot how great Wallace Stevens is
pick“The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur—
There was the cat slopping its milk all day,
Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
And August the most peaceful month...”
