some guy named Larry (lnhammer) wrote,
some guy named Larry

“Its tones come winding ... / Telling of woe and wrong / And he must listen till the stars grow dim”

For Poetry Monday, some Wallace Stevens, because it's been a while:

The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm, Wallace Stevens

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.


Subject quote from The Buccaneer, Richard Henry Dana Sr.

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