Wallace Stevens - Stars at Tallapoosa lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Stars at Tallapoosa lyrics]
The lines are straight and
Swift between the stars
The night is not the cradle that they cry
The criers
Undulating the deep-oceaned phrase
The lines are much too dark
And much too sharp
The mind herein attains simplicity
There is no moon, on single, silvered leaf
The body is no body to be seen
But is an eye that studies it's black lid
Let these be your delight, secretive hunter
Wading the sеa-lines, moist
And ever-mingling
Mounting thе earth-lines, long and lax
Lethargic these lines are swift and
Fall without diverging
The melon-flower nor dew nor web of either
Is like to these but in yourself is like:
A sheaf of brilliant arrows flying straight
Flying and falling straightway
For their pleasure
Their pleasure that is all
Bright-edged and cold
Or, if not arrows, then the nimblest motions
Making recoveries of young nakedness
And the lost vehemence the midnights hold
Swift between the stars
The night is not the cradle that they cry
The criers
Undulating the deep-oceaned phrase
The lines are much too dark
And much too sharp
The mind herein attains simplicity
There is no moon, on single, silvered leaf
The body is no body to be seen
But is an eye that studies it's black lid
Let these be your delight, secretive hunter
Wading the sеa-lines, moist
And ever-mingling
Mounting thе earth-lines, long and lax
Lethargic these lines are swift and
Fall without diverging
The melon-flower nor dew nor web of either
Is like to these but in yourself is like:
A sheaf of brilliant arrows flying straight
Flying and falling straightway
For their pleasure
Their pleasure that is all
Bright-edged and cold
Or, if not arrows, then the nimblest motions
Making recoveries of young nakedness
And the lost vehemence the midnights hold