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