Jasmine's Beautiful Thoughts Underneath the Willow - Poem by Wallace Stevens
My titillations have no foot-notes
And their memorials are the phrases
Of idiosyncratic music.
The love that will not be transported
In an old, frizzled, flambeaud manner,
But muses on its eccentricity,
Is like a vivid apprehension
Of bliss beyond the mutes of plaster,
Or paper souvenirs of rapture,
Of bliss submerged beneath appearance,
In an interior ocean's rocking
Of long, capricious fugues and chorals.
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