Flies Beyond the Park and Far Beyond the Discords of the Wind

Jinxed: Dhalgren's turning into a M-W-F 8am lecture, jinxed: I'll never bump pOj on twooter again, jinxed: buy property, car breaks down, not jinxed: driving less hiking more, below, yesterday Beloved Seneca at Berryman Road big curve

 

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INVECTIVE AGAINST SWANS

Wallace Stevens

The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks

And far beyond the discords of the wind.

 

A bronze rain from the sun descending marks

The death of summer, which that time endures

 

Like one who scrawls a listless testament

Of golden quirks and Paphian caricatures,

 

Bequeathing your white feathers to the moon

And giving your bland motions to the air.

 

Behold, already on the long parades

The crows anoint the statues with their dirt.

 

And the soul, O ganders, being lonely, flies

Beyond your chilly chariots, to the skies.