Wallace Stevens - Botanist on Alp (No. 1) lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Botanist on Alp No. 1 lyrics]
Panoramas are not what they used to be
Claude has been dead a long time
And apostrophes are forbidden
On the funicular marx has ruined Nature
For the moment
For myself, I live by leaves
So that corridors of clouds
Corridors of cloudy thoughts
Seem pretty much one: I don't know what
But in Claude how near one was
(In a world that is resting on pillars
That was seen through arches)
To the central composition
The essential theme
What composition is there in all this:
Stockholm slender in a slender light
And Adriatic riva rising, statues and stars
Without a theme?
The pillars are prostrate, the
Arches are haggard
The hotel is boarded and bare
Yet the panorama of despair
Cannot be the speciality
Of this ecstatic air
Claude has been dead a long time
And apostrophes are forbidden
On the funicular marx has ruined Nature
For the moment
For myself, I live by leaves
So that corridors of clouds
Corridors of cloudy thoughts
Seem pretty much one: I don't know what
But in Claude how near one was
(In a world that is resting on pillars
That was seen through arches)
To the central composition
The essential theme
What composition is there in all this:
Stockholm slender in a slender light
And Adriatic riva rising, statues and stars
Without a theme?
The pillars are prostrate, the
Arches are haggard
The hotel is boarded and bare
Yet the panorama of despair
Cannot be the speciality
Of this ecstatic air
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