Wallace Stevens - Reply to Papini lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Reply to Papini lyrics]
In all the solemn moments
Of human history poets
Rose to sing the hymn of victory
Or the psalm of supplication cease, then
From being the astute calligraphers
Of congealed daydreams
The hunters of cerebral phosphorescences
Letter of celestin vi, pope, tO THE POETS
Pcc giovanni papini
Poor procurator, why do you ask someone else
To say what Celestin should say for himself?
He has an ever-living subject the poet
Has only the formulations of midnight
Is Celestin dislodged? The way
Through the world
Is more difficult to find than
The way beyond it
You know that the nucleus of a time is not
The poet but the poem, the growth of the mind
Of the world
The heroic effort to live expressed
As victory the poet does not speak in ruins
Nor stand there making orotund consolations
He shares the confusions of intelligence
Giovanni Papini, by your faith, know how
He wishes that all hard poetry were true
This pastoral of endurance and of death
Is of a nature that must be perceived
And not imagined the removes must give
Including the removes toward poetry
Celestin, the generous, the civilized
Will understand what it is to understand
The world is still profound
And in it's depths
Man sit's and studies silence and himself
Abiding the reverberations in the vaults
Now, once, he accumulates himself and time
For humane triumphals but a politics
Of property is not an area
For triumphals these are hymns appropriate to
The complexities of the
World, when apprehended
The intricacies of appearance, when perceived
They become our gradual possession the poet
Increases the aspects of experience
As in an enchantment, analyzed and fixed
And final this is the centre the poet is
The angry day-son clanging at it's make:
The satisfaction underneath the sense
The conception sparkling in
Still obstinate thought
Of human history poets
Rose to sing the hymn of victory
Or the psalm of supplication cease, then
From being the astute calligraphers
Of congealed daydreams
The hunters of cerebral phosphorescences
Letter of celestin vi, pope, tO THE POETS
Pcc giovanni papini
Poor procurator, why do you ask someone else
To say what Celestin should say for himself?
He has an ever-living subject the poet
Has only the formulations of midnight
Is Celestin dislodged? The way
Through the world
Is more difficult to find than
The way beyond it
You know that the nucleus of a time is not
The poet but the poem, the growth of the mind
Of the world
The heroic effort to live expressed
As victory the poet does not speak in ruins
Nor stand there making orotund consolations
He shares the confusions of intelligence
Giovanni Papini, by your faith, know how
He wishes that all hard poetry were true
This pastoral of endurance and of death
Is of a nature that must be perceived
And not imagined the removes must give
Including the removes toward poetry
Celestin, the generous, the civilized
Will understand what it is to understand
The world is still profound
And in it's depths
Man sit's and studies silence and himself
Abiding the reverberations in the vaults
Now, once, he accumulates himself and time
For humane triumphals but a politics
Of property is not an area
For triumphals these are hymns appropriate to
The complexities of the
World, when apprehended
The intricacies of appearance, when perceived
They become our gradual possession the poet
Increases the aspects of experience
As in an enchantment, analyzed and fixed
And final this is the centre the poet is
The angry day-son clanging at it's make:
The satisfaction underneath the sense
The conception sparkling in
Still obstinate thought