Wallace Stevens - Table Talk lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Table Talk lyrics]
Granted, we die for good
Life, then, is largely a thing
Of happens to like, not should
And that, too, granted, why
Do I happen to like red bush
Gray grass and green-gray sky?
What else remains? But red
Gray, green, why those of all?
That is not what I said:
Not those of all but those
One likes what one happens to like
One likes the way red grows
It cannot matter at all
Happens to like is one
Of the ways things happen to fall
Life, then, is largely a thing
Of happens to like, not should
And that, too, granted, why
Do I happen to like red bush
Gray grass and green-gray sky?
What else remains? But red
Gray, green, why those of all?
That is not what I said:
Not those of all but those
One likes what one happens to like
One likes the way red grows
It cannot matter at all
Happens to like is one
Of the ways things happen to fall