To. Calm. Down.

April 15, 2011 — Leave a comment

This is the poem that I have read more than any other. I keep it at my desk now for calming purposes. Lovely how the power of poetry can take or bend subject matter that may not be pretty and make it so. With rhythm.

“Man Carrying Thing”

by Wallace Stevens

The poem must resist intelligence

Almost successfully. Illustration:

A brune figure in winter evening resists

Identity. The thing he carries resists

The most necessitous sense. Accept them,  then,

As secondary (parts not quite perceived

Of the obvious whole, uncertain particles

Of the certain solid, the primary free from doubt

Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow

Out of a storm we must endure all night,

Out of a storm of secondary things),

A horror of thoughts that suddenly are real.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until

The bright obvious stands motionless in cold.

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