Wallace Stevens
Posted: February 1, 2012 Filed under: people, poetry Leave a comment
There is a project for the sun. The Sun
Must bear no name, gold flourisher,
but be in the difficulty of what it is to be…
It is true. Tonight the lilacs magnify
The easy passion, the every-ready love
Of the lover that lies within us and we breathe…
– From Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction
the roy hamric journal 