Wallace Stevens

Pennsylvania / United States
Wallace Stevens
Pennsylvania / United States

Table Talk

Rating: 3.6
Granted, we die for good.
Life, then, is largely a thing
Of happens to like, not should.

And that, too, granted, why
Do I happen to like red bush,
Grey grass and green-gray sky?

What else remains? But red,
Gray, green, why those of all?
That is not what I said:

Not those of all. But those.
One likes what one happens to like.
One likes the way red grows.

It cannot matter at all.
Happens to like is one
Of the ways things happen to fall.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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COMMENTS
josh o 19 October 2018
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Smoky Hoss 01 March 2015
I just happen to like this poem...
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