I know that still and shall forever know it
ARRIVAL AT THE WALDORF
Wallace Stevens
Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf.
This arrival in the wild country of the soul,
All approaches gone, being completely there,
Where the wild poem is a substitute
For the woman one loves or ought to love,
One wild rhapsody a fake for another.
You touch the hotel the way you touch moonlight
Or sunlight and you hum and the orchestra
Hums and you say "The world in a verse,
A generation sealed, men remoter than mountains,
Women invisible in music and motion and color,"
After that alien, point-blank, green and actual
Guatemala.
Just loaded/unloaded wood chips and other remains of the "landscaping" today.
Cut off my ability to get the Black Jack dealer position, also. I hope this all turns out well...
Wallace Stevens
Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf.
This arrival in the wild country of the soul,
All approaches gone, being completely there,
Where the wild poem is a substitute
For the woman one loves or ought to love,
One wild rhapsody a fake for another.
You touch the hotel the way you touch moonlight
Or sunlight and you hum and the orchestra
Hums and you say "The world in a verse,
A generation sealed, men remoter than mountains,
Women invisible in music and motion and color,"
After that alien, point-blank, green and actual
Guatemala.
Just loaded/unloaded wood chips and other remains of the "landscaping" today.
Cut off my ability to get the Black Jack dealer position, also. I hope this all turns out well...