
The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain
There it Was, word for word, The Poem That Took The
place of a mountain.
He Breathed ITS oxygen,
Even When Turned the book lay in the dust of his table.
It reminded him how he had needed
A place to go to in his own direction,
How he had recomposed the pines,
Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds,
For the outlook that would be right,
Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion:
The exact rock where his inexactness
Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged,
Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea,
Recognize his unique and solitary home.
La poesia che prese il posto di un monte
Era là, parola per parola,
La poesia che prese il posto of a mountain.
He breathes oxygen,
Even when the book was turned into the dust of the table.
reminded him how he needed a place to get a
in his direction,
How he had recomposed the pines,
move the rocks and found a path through the clouds,
To reach the observation point right
where he would complete a comprehensive unexplained:
The exact rock where his inaccuracies
discover, in the end, the view that had been gaining,
Where he could lie down and staring down the sea, Recognize
his unique and solitary home.
Wallace Stevens
There it Was, word for word, The Poem That Took The
place of a mountain.
He Breathed ITS oxygen,
Even When Turned the book lay in the dust of his table.
It reminded him how he had needed
A place to go to in his own direction,
How he had recomposed the pines,
Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds,
For the outlook that would be right,
Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion:
The exact rock where his inexactness
Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged,
Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea,
Recognize his unique and solitary home.
La poesia che prese il posto di un monte
Era là, parola per parola,
La poesia che prese il posto of a mountain.
He breathes oxygen,
Even when the book was turned into the dust of the table.
reminded him how he needed a place to get a
in his direction,
How he had recomposed the pines,
move the rocks and found a path through the clouds,
To reach the observation point right
where he would complete a comprehensive unexplained:
The exact rock where his inaccuracies
discover, in the end, the view that had been gaining,
Where he could lie down and staring down the sea, Recognize
his unique and solitary home.
Wallace Stevens
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