The stream promenades atop smooth stones swirling past observant flora and fauna, funneling to a flume, and pours into the open mouth of meandering waters ahead...
Wallace Stevens - "The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm"
Last month I wrote about Wallace Stevens, and I indicated that his poetry was difficult and full of obscure allusions. Here is a simpler more meditative poem.
Recalls his childhood, less happy than sad He the toddler, with Mom and with Dad They loved him dearly, all cheery it seemed Then Pop turned his interests to Jim Beam
We think we see your spine As we gather intently ‘round the screen To view the grainy disk Your parents brought to Mexico To demonstrate their fertility.