Wallace Stevens - The Dove in the Belly lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - The Dove in the Belly lyrics]
The whole of appearance is a toy for this
The dove in the belly builds
His nest and coos
Selah, tempestuous bird how is it that
The rivers shine and hold their mirrors up
Like excellence collecting excellence?
How is it that the wooden trees stand up
And live and heap their panniers of green
And hold them round the
Sultry day? Why should
These mountains being high be, also, bright
Fetched up with snow that
Never falls to earth?
And this great esplanade of corn, miles wide
Is something wished for made effectual
And something more and the
People in costumes
Though poor, though raggeder than ruin
Have that
Within them right for terraces oh
Brave salut!
Deep dove, placate you in your hiddenness
The dove in the belly builds
His nest and coos
Selah, tempestuous bird how is it that
The rivers shine and hold their mirrors up
Like excellence collecting excellence?
How is it that the wooden trees stand up
And live and heap their panniers of green
And hold them round the
Sultry day? Why should
These mountains being high be, also, bright
Fetched up with snow that
Never falls to earth?
And this great esplanade of corn, miles wide
Is something wished for made effectual
And something more and the
People in costumes
Though poor, though raggeder than ruin
Have that
Within them right for terraces oh
Brave salut!
Deep dove, placate you in your hiddenness