Wallace Stevens - The Doctor of Geneva lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - The Doctor of Geneva lyrics]
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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