Of this invention.
A section of this poem declares that "necessity and that presentation / Are rubbings of a glass in which we peer," and ends by assuring that: "Time will write them down." It observes that "From this the poem springs: that we live in a place / That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves." This poem's final, unnumbered set of seven tercets begins: "Soldier, there is a war between the mind / And sky, between thought and day and night. It is / For that the poet is always in the (*) sun." This poem asks "And for what, except for you, do I feel love?" in its dedication to the art collector Henry Church, which is followed by its opening command: "Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea / Of this invention." The titles of this poem's three divisions specify that its title ideal artform "must be abstract," "must change," and "must give pleasure." For 10 points, name this poetic manifesto by Wallace Stevens.
A section of this poem declares that "necessity and that presentation / Are rubbings of a glass in which we peer," and ends by assuring that: "Time will write them down."
“Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction”