Wallace Stevens, Teory

 
Teory

Ik bin wat om my hinne is.

Froulju snappe dat.
Jo binne net hartoginne
Op hûndert meter fan in koets.

Dat, dit binne portretten:
In swarte festibule,
In heech bêd ôfsket mei gerdinen.

It is mar wat him foardocht.

 

Theory

I am what is around me.

Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.

These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.

These are merely instances.

 

Ut Harmonium, 1923

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