I like how this poem tells us how it should be read (some of Wallace Stevens' finest do that as well): it is to be received as a lilting melody that flows further than the far-away glow of the faintest star, and so delicate that not even the finest mist can kiss it. This is superb verbal artistry at its highest level.
Your much welcome interaction and comment brings me to the memory of reading play scripts wherein the narrator's and the playwright's notes are equally "on the page" as the literary text itself. That is such a beuatiful meld of voices, a fluid nebula of stream of consciousness even.
Forgive me
Forgive me for opening a second comment uselessly. This was a typo I cannot now delete.
J-Called
No need to worry Starward.
No need to worry Starward. Let's just admire the art that grafitti is in all its forms.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
I like how this poem tells us
I like how this poem tells us how it should be read (some of Wallace Stevens' finest do that as well): it is to be received as a lilting melody that flows further than the far-away glow of the faintest star, and so delicate that not even the finest mist can kiss it. This is superb verbal artistry at its highest level.
J-Called
Your much welcome interaction
Your much welcome interaction and comment brings me to the memory of reading play scripts wherein the narrator's and the playwright's notes are equally "on the page" as the literary text itself. That is such a beuatiful meld of voices, a fluid nebula of stream of consciousness even.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver