Wallace Stevens - A Room on a Garden lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - A Room on a Garden lyrics]
O stagnant east-wind, palsied mare
Giddap! The ruby roses' hair must blow
Behold how order is the end
Of everything the roses bend as one
Order, the law of hoes and rakes
May be perceived in windy quakes and squalls
The gardener searches earth and sky
The truth in nature to espy in vain
He well might find that eager balm
In lilies' stately-statued calm but then
He well might find it in this fret
Of lilies rusted, rotting, wet with Rain
Giddap! The ruby roses' hair must blow
Behold how order is the end
Of everything the roses bend as one
Order, the law of hoes and rakes
May be perceived in windy quakes and squalls
The gardener searches earth and sky
The truth in nature to espy in vain
He well might find that eager balm
In lilies' stately-statued calm but then
He well might find it in this fret
Of lilies rusted, rotting, wet with Rain