Wallace Stevens - The Doctor of Geneva lyrics

[Wallace Stevens - The Doctor of Geneva lyrics]

The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand
That lay impounding the Pacific swell
Patted his stove-pipe hat and
Tugged his shawl

Lacustrine man had never been assailed
By such long-rolling opulent cataracts
Unless Racine or Bossuet held the like

He did not quail a man who used to plumb
The multifarious heavens felt no awe
Before these visible, voluble delugings

Which yet found means to
Set his simmering mind
Spinning and hissing with oracular
Notations of the wild, the ruinous waste

Until the steeples of his
City clanked and sprang
In an unburgherly apocalypse
The doctor used his handkerchief and sighed

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