Wallace Stevens - The Dwarf lyrics

Now it is September and the web is woven
The web is woven and you have to wear it

The winter is made and you have to bear it
The winter web, the winter
Woven, wind and wind

For all the thoughts of summer
That go with it
In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags

It is the mind that is woven
The mind that was jerked
And tufted in straggling thunder
And shattered sun

It is all that you are
The final dwarf of you
That is woven and woven and
Waiting to be worn

Neither as mask nor as garment
But as a being
Torn from insipid summer, for
The mirror of cold

Sitting beside your lamp
There citron to nibble
And coffee dribble frost is in the stubble