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Of Modern Poetry by Wallace Stevens
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script.
Then the theatre was changed To something else. Its past was a souvenir.
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.
It has to face the men of the time and to meet
The women of the time. It has to think about war
And it has to find what will suffice. It has To construct a new stage.
It has to be on that stage, And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and
With meditation, speak words that in the ear, In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound
Of which, an invisible audience listens, Not to the play, but to itself, expressed
In an emotion as of two people, as of two Emotions becoming one. The actor is
A metaphysician in the dark, twanging An instrument, twanging a wiry string that
gives Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses,
wholly Containing the mind, below which it cannot
descend, Beyond which it has no will to rise.
It must Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.