Wallace Stevens - Of Heaven Considered As a Tomb lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Of Heaven Considered As a Tomb lyrics]
What word have you, interpreters, of men
Who in the tomb of heaven walk by night
The darkened ghosts of our old comedy?
Do they believe they range the gusty cold
With lanterns borne aloft to light the way
Freemen of death, about and still about
To find whatever they seek? Or does
That burial, pillared up each day as porte
And spiritous passage into nothingness
Foretell each night the one abysmal night
When the host shall no more wander
Nor the light
Of the steadfast lanterns creep
Across the dark?
Make hue among the dark comedians
Halloo them in the topmost distances
For answer from their icy Élysée
Who in the tomb of heaven walk by night
The darkened ghosts of our old comedy?
Do they believe they range the gusty cold
With lanterns borne aloft to light the way
Freemen of death, about and still about
To find whatever they seek? Or does
That burial, pillared up each day as porte
And spiritous passage into nothingness
Foretell each night the one abysmal night
When the host shall no more wander
Nor the light
Of the steadfast lanterns creep
Across the dark?
Make hue among the dark comedians
Halloo them in the topmost distances
For answer from their icy Élysée