Wallace Stevens: From “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction”

It Must Be Abstract–III

The poem refreshes life so that we share, 
For a moment, the first idea… It satisfies 
Belief in an immaculate beginning 

And sends us, winged by an unconscious will, 
To an immaculate end. We move between these points: 
From that ever-early candor to its late plural 

And the candor of them is the strong exhilaration 
Of what we feel from what we think, of thought 
Beating in the heart, as if blood newly came, 

An elixir, an excitation, a pure power. 
The poem, through candor, brings back a power again 
And gives a candid kind to everything. 

We say: at night an Arabian in my room, 
With his damned hoobla-hoobla-hoobla-how, 
Inscribes a primitive astronomy 

Across the unscrawled fores the future casts 
And throws his stars around the floor. By day 
The wood-dove used to chant his hoobla-hoo 

And still the grossest iridescence of ocean 
Howls hoo and rises and howls hoo and falls. 
Life’s nonsense pierces us with strange relation. 

Wallace Stevens

Photo: Lapsana apogonoides by jam343

~ by matt on 24 October 2008.

2 Responses to “Wallace Stevens: From “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction””

  1. I’ve always loved this poem — and the image you chose for it is striking.

  2. Обязательно пишите еще! давно искала информацию!

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