Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here or on the roam
Have a poet in every home! #13

Wallace Stevens

1 comment:

Miss F said...

A blue pigeon it is, that circles the blue sky,

On sidelong wing, around and round and round.

A white pigeon it is, that flutters to the ground,

Grown tired of flight. Like a dark rabbi, I

Observed, when young, the nature of mankind,

In lordly study. Every day, I found

Man proved a gobbet in my mincing world.

Like a rose rabbi, later, I pursued,

And still pursue, the origin and course

Of love, but until now I never knew

That fluttering things have so distinct a shade.

**poem from "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle"

by Wallace Stevens