tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post6056812412707841462..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Grant Guy writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-67215350728203939092019-03-25T11:07:00.469-07:002019-03-25T11:07:00.469-07:00Angel Surrounded by Paysans
One of the countrymen...Angel Surrounded by Paysans<br /><br />One of the countrymen:<br />There is<br />A welcome at the door to which no one comes?<br /><br />The angel:<br />I am the angel of reality,<br />Seen for the moment standing in the door.<br /><br />I have neither ashen wing nor wear of ore<br />And live without a tepid aureole,<br /><br />Or stars that follow me, not to attend,<br />But, of my being and its knowing, part.<br /><br />I am one of you and being one of you<br />Is being and knowing what I am and know.<br /><br />Yet I am the necessary angel of earth,<br />Since, in my sight, you see the earth again,<br /><br />Cleared of its stiff and stubborn, man-locked set,<br />And, in my hearing, you hear its tragic drone<br /><br />Rise liquidly in liquid lingerings<br />Like watery words awash; like meanings said<br /><br />By repetitions of half meanings. Am I not,<br />Myself, only half of a figure of a sort,<br /><br />A figure half seen, or seen for a moment, a man<br />Of the mind, an apparition apparelled in<br /><br />Apparels of such lightest look that a turn<br />Of my shoulder and quickly, too quickly, I am gone?<br /><br />-- Wallace StevensDuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com