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poetrysince1912: —Wallace Stevens, Poetry, October 1921From The Open Door: 100 Poems, 100 Years of Poetry Magazine (University of Chicago Press, October 2012). Find some of Christian Wiman’s favorite discoveries from the past 100 years of Poetry—the introduction to the centennial anthology is available here.

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—Wallace Stevens, Poetry, October 1921

From The Open Door: 100 Poems, 100 Years of Poetry Magazine (University of Chicago Press, October 2012). Find some of Christian Wiman’s favorite discoveries from the past 100 years of Poetry—the introduction to the centennial anthology is available here.

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the inside of my brain after I’ve been reading Wallace Stevens all afternoon

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Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu

hush-syrup:

Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu


That would be waving and that would be crying,
Crying and shouting and meaning farewell,
Farewell in the eyes and farewell at the centre,
Just to stand still without moving a hand.
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In a world without heaven to follow, the stops
Would be endings more poignant than partings, profounder,
And that would be saying farewell, repeating farewell,
Just to be there and just to behold.
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To be one’s singular self, to despise
The being that yielded so little, acquired
So little, too little to care, to turn
To the ever-jubilant weather, to sip
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One’s cup and never to say a word,
Or to sleep or just to lie there still,
Just to be there, just to be beheld,
That would be bidding farewell, be bidding farewell.
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One likes to practice the thing. They practice,
Enough, for heaven. Ever-jubilant,
What is there here but weather, what spirit
have I except it comes from the sun?
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by Wallace Stevens

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