Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Wallace Stevens' The Dwarf

I was flipping through a collected work of Wallace Stevens' this morning and I found this poem on a dog eared page.  It echoed the transitional time of year we're in so I thought I'd share and besides it has a some really great lines.

The Dwarf
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.
                                            Wallace Stevens

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