" This poem's first part demands "Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest" instead instructing that "the sun must bear no name... but be in the difficulty of what it is to be."
This poem mentions a figure who "needs nothing but deep space, forgets the golden centre" and "plucks on his strings to pluck abysmal glory" while "serenely gazing at the violet abyss." Another figure in this poem claims "I am the spouse, divested of bright gold,/The spouse beyond emerald or amethyst", to which Ozymandias responds "the bride is never naked." Besides "the angel in his clouds" and Nanzia Nunzio, this poem speaks of "Weather by Frans Hals/Brushed up by brushy winds in brushy clouds" and its second section contrasts "the wild orange trees" which "continued to bloom and to bear/ Long after the planter's death" with "the great statute of the General Du Puy" which is "rubbish in the end." This poem's first part demands "Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest" instead instructing that "the sun must bear no name... but be in the difficulty of what it is to be." Divided into sections like (*) "It Must Be Abstract" and "It Must Give Pleasure", this poem opens "Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea of this invention." Announcing that it is possible to "To find the real,... The fiction of an absolute", for 10 points, name this poem by Wallace Stevens, which aspires for the title concept.
This poem mentions a figure who "needs nothing but deep space, forgets the golden centre" and "plucks on his strings to pluck abysmal glory" while "serenely gazing at the violet abyss."
"{Notes Toward} a {Supreme} Fiction"