a transform on Wallace Stevens
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
