<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of Modern Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem of the mind in the act of finding <br>What will suffice. It has not always had <br>To find: the scene was set; it repeated what <br>Was in the script. <br>Then the theatre was changed <br>To something else. Its past was a souvenir. <br>It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place. <br>It has to face the men of the time and to meet <br>The women of the time. It has to think about war <br>And it has to find what will suffice. It has <br>To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage <br>And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and <br>With meditation, speak words that in the ear, <br>In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat, <br>Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound <br>Of which, an invisible audience listens, <br>Not to the play, but to itself, expressed <br>In an emotion as of two people, as of two <br>Emotions becoming one. The actor is <br>A metaphysician in the dark, twanging <br>An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives <br>Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses, wholly <br>Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend, <br>Beyond which it has no will to rise. <br>It must <br>Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may <br>Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman <br>Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336605" data-title="Of Modern Poetry de Wallace Stevens" data-description="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,..."></div> </div> </div>

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