Wallace Stevens - Jasmine’s Beautiful Thoughts Underneath the Willow lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Jasmine’s Beautiful Thoughts Underneath the Willow lyrics]
My titillations have no foot notes
And their memorials are the phrases
Of idiosyncratic music
The love that will not be transported
In an old, frizzled, flambeaud manner
But muses on it's eccentricity
Is like a vivid apprehension
Of bliss beyond the mutes of plaster
Or paper souvenirs of rapture
Of bliss submerged beneath appearance
In an interior ocean's rocking
Of long, capricious fugues and chorals
And their memorials are the phrases
Of idiosyncratic music
The love that will not be transported
In an old, frizzled, flambeaud manner
But muses on it's eccentricity
Is like a vivid apprehension
Of bliss beyond the mutes of plaster
Or paper souvenirs of rapture
Of bliss submerged beneath appearance
In an interior ocean's rocking
Of long, capricious fugues and chorals