how foolish to think otherwise
of the sun
'I desire it to shine because it shines'
those words for once rang true
a confused poet had a moment of clarity
looking out on a gray day
I know my mood is gray
because the day is gray
the trees are black against an ashen sky
'I desire it to shine because it shines'
in winter I wish for spring
not this false bud of an early orchid
but the full bloom of it
the red blushing lips of the rose
'I desire it to shine because it shines'
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The quotes are from Wallace Stevens'
Uncollected Poems, Desire & the Object.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
l..o...v..e..l..y...