Julie, Allen, thanks for chiming in! I hadn’t even noticed your point about the repetend, Julie. And Allen, thanks for pointing out Stevens’s cleverness (beyond dispute) and his sense of humor. I know I stated my reservations strongly in my first post; that is because there is much in the man that I react strongly to, pro and contra. He is a poet I’m compelled to return to, and that in itself says much.
Here’s another one I love, for its simplicity, for the clarity of its images, and for the underlying pathos:
The Brave Man
The sun, that brave man,
Comes through boughs that lie in wait,
That brave man.
Green and gloomy eyes
In dark forms of the grass
Run away.
The good stars,
Pale helms and spiky spurs,
Run away.
Fears of my bed,
Fears of life and fears of death,
Run away.
That brave man comes up
From below and walks without meditation,
That brave man.
Last edited by Michael F; 02-05-2017 at 07:27 PM.
Reason: doh! names
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