Tuesday, November 27, 2012

EARTH ~











JULY MOUNTAIN




We live in a constellation

Of patches and of pitches,

Not in a single world,

In things said well in music,

On the piano, and in speech,

As in a page of poetry —

Thinkers without final thoughts

In an always incipient cosmos,

The way, when we climb a mountain,

Vermont throws itself together.


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Wallace Stevens
Selected Poems
(Knopf 2009)



 


Robert Frost and Wallace Stevens
Key West, 1940



photo: Alexandra Schueler