The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning (Wallace Stevens)
V.
Then she says: “In satisfaction, I always feel
the need for an everlasting happiness.”
Death is the mother of beauty: thus it is only
from it that the realization of our dreams
and desires will come. As much as it scatters
the leaves of a certain cancellation along our path
– The path taken by aching pain, the many paths
where triumph sang in strident notes,
or love whispered a little for tenderness –
it makes the willow tremble in the sun
for girls accustomed to sitting and watching
the grass, abandoned at their feet; it drives
the boys to pile fresh plums and pears
on neglected trays. The girls savor them
and passionately move on among the scattered leaves.
Sunday Morning (Wallace Stevens)
V.
Then she says: “In satisfaction, I always feel
the need for an everlasting happiness.”
Death is the mother of beauty: thus it is only
from it that the realization of our dreams
and desires will come. As much as it scatters
the leaves of a certain cancellation along our path
– The path taken by aching pain, the many paths
where triumph sang in strident notes,
or love whispered a little for tenderness –
it makes the willow tremble in the sun
for girls accustomed to sitting and watching
the grass, abandoned at their feet; it drives
the boys to pile fresh plums and pears
on neglected trays. The girls savor them
and passionately move on among the scattered leaves.
Almotasim
8 may 22
DeRank ™: 26,65
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