Wallace Stevens - The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad lyrics]
The time of year has grown indifferent
Mildew of summer and the deepening snow
Are both alike in the routine I know
I am too dumbly in my being pent
The wind attendant on the solstices
Blows on the shutters of the metropoles
Stirring no poet in his sleep, and tolls
The grand ideas of the villages
The malady of the quotidian
Perhaps, if winter once could penetrate
Through all it's purples to the final slate
Persisting bleakly in an icy haze
One might in turn become less diffident
Out of such mildew plucking neater mould
And sprouting new orations of the cold
One might one might but time will not relent
Mildew of summer and the deepening snow
Are both alike in the routine I know
I am too dumbly in my being pent
The wind attendant on the solstices
Blows on the shutters of the metropoles
Stirring no poet in his sleep, and tolls
The grand ideas of the villages
The malady of the quotidian
Perhaps, if winter once could penetrate
Through all it's purples to the final slate
Persisting bleakly in an icy haze
One might in turn become less diffident
Out of such mildew plucking neater mould
And sprouting new orations of the cold
One might one might but time will not relent