Wallace Stevens - Tea at the Palaz of Hoon lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Tea at the Palaz of Hoon lyrics]
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you
Called the loneliest air
Not less was I myself
What was the ointment sprinkled in my beard?
What were the hymns that
Buzzed around my ears?
What was the sea whose tide
Flowed through me there?
From my own mind that golden ointment rained
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard
I was myself the compass of that sea
I was the world in which I walked
And what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself
And there I found myself more
Truly and more strange
The western day through what you
Called the loneliest air
Not less was I myself
What was the ointment sprinkled in my beard?
What were the hymns that
Buzzed around my ears?
What was the sea whose tide
Flowed through me there?
From my own mind that golden ointment rained
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard
I was myself the compass of that sea
I was the world in which I walked
And what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself
And there I found myself more
Truly and more strange
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