When I first read Wallace Stevens' work as an undergrad it was in an American Lit. Survey. I was underwhelmed. It didn't work for me; didn't move me; didn't resonate in any serious way. I went back this week and reread some of his work. I get it now. I see what the fuss is.
Nomad Exquisite
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth hymn and hymn
From the beholder,
Beholding all these green sides
And gold sides of green sides,
And blessed mornings,
Meet for the eye of the young alligator,
And lightning colors
So, in me, come flinging
Forms, flames, and the flakes of flames.
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