Douglas Manson on Wallace Stevens

Logging In on Wallace Stevens

On this winter-tilting, groggy morning, with all its torn shreds and twisted sheets of motivation, I wake up and immediately read Stevens’s lines, a few poems, and then think, “this is easy enough, this is what his poetry is…it is three things: a logical proposition,  a partial prayer and also something sculptural in language, it is this art.”  Stevens’s poetry is about learning an art of reading, too.  Not the art of reading, but at the very least a way of learning a syntax, words carefully scored for the page, mingled with the steadiness of purpose that a philosophic, pious mind can offer us.

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