Wallace Stevens - On the Manner of Addressing Clouds lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - On the Manner of Addressing Clouds lyrics]
Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns
Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous
Eliciting the still sustaining pomps
Of speech which are like music so profound
They seem an exaltation without sound
Funest philosophers and ponderers
Their evocations are the speech of clouds
So speech of your processionals returns
In the casual evocations of your tread
Across the stale, mysterious seasons these
Are the music of meet resignation these
The responsive
Still sustaining pomps for you
To magnify, if in that drifting waste
You are to be accompanied by more
Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon
Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous
Eliciting the still sustaining pomps
Of speech which are like music so profound
They seem an exaltation without sound
Funest philosophers and ponderers
Their evocations are the speech of clouds
So speech of your processionals returns
In the casual evocations of your tread
Across the stale, mysterious seasons these
Are the music of meet resignation these
The responsive
Still sustaining pomps for you
To magnify, if in that drifting waste
You are to be accompanied by more
Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon