Google Doodle on Thursday, November 21, 2024 —
From the Wallace Stevens poem
"An Ordinary Evening in New Haven" —
XIX
The moon rose in the mind and each thing there
Picked up its radial aspect in the night,
Prostrate below the singleness of its will.
That which was public green turned private gray.
At another time, the radial aspect came
From a different source. But there was always one:
A century in which everything was part
Of that century and of its aspect, a personage,
A man who was the axis of his time,
An image that begot its infantines,
Imaginary poles whose intelligence
Streamed over chaos their civilities.
What is the radial aspect of this place,
This present colony of a colony
Of colonies, a sense in the changing sense
Of things? A figure like Ecclesiast,
Rugged and luminous, chants in the dark
A text that is an answer, although obscure.
A Chant in the Dark —
