Wallace Stevens – Vacancy in the park   Leave a comment

Wallace Stevens reads his poem Vacancy in the park

March . . . Someone has walked across the snow,
Someone looking for he knows not what.

It is like a boat that has pulled away
From a shore at night and disappeared.

It is like a guitar left on a table
By a woman, who has forgotten it.

It is like the feeling of a man
Come back to see a certain house.

The four winds blow through the rustic arbor,
Under its mattresses of vines.

from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens

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Postat februari 16, 2011 av estraden i poets from English-speaking regions

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