Tuesday, October 6, 2020


Filed under: General — m759 @ 11:06 PM

A web search for “Wallace Stevens” + Virtuoso  yields . . .

A thousand crystals’ chiming voices,
Like the shiddow-shaddow of lights revolving
To momentary ones, are blended,
In hymns, through iridescent changes,
Of the apprehending of the hero.
These hymns are like a stubborn brightness
Approaching in the dark approaches
Of time and place, becoming certain,
The organic centre of responses,
Naked of hindrance, a thousand crystals.
To meditate the highest man, not
The highest supposed in him and over,
Creates, in the blissfuller perceptions,
What unisons create in music.

— “Examination of the Hero in a Time of War,” XIV

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