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This is the collateral of a school assignment regarding Wallace Stevens |
1 What Monstrous arms! Streaming to heaven Fire Dancing with Shivan urgencies. 2 You, my droll friend are as accessible as sleep. Bush in your form Rose in your mind. 3 There is a tree on Fire Above my neck Rooting To the tubercular sky. 4 Throw your pollen To heaven Baptize earth in spring How the sap roars With the hammer of nature. 5 Lonely old wet dogwood You are the tree of the world. Immortal But for the snake gnawing your roots 6 At first instance of Fruit I lost my first Gardener. 7 “Lift your skinny fists Like antennae to heaven.” 8 To you we Nailed the Roman's Antichrist. |