a transform on Wallace Stevens

grshiplett
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

my transform on Wallace Stevens:
… One wished that there had been a season,
Longer and later, in which the lilacs opened
And spread about them a warmer, rosier odor.

Wait — I’ll Sing

I’d only wished
for another —
for a long–limbed season
of peach–pink lilacs

spreading above me
innocence
in a warm scent
of roses ancient

roses wilder
than these shag weeds
whose violet spindles
are now unwinding

my late summer
into autumn

grshiplett

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