Poetry: The Motive for Metaphor by Wallace Stevens

The Motive for Metaphor 
by Wallace Stevens                                                            

You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning.

In the same way, you were happy in spring,
With the half colors of quarter-things,
The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon––

The obscure moon lighting an obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be,

Desiring the exhilarations of changes:
The motive for metaphor, shrinking from
The weight of primary noon,
The  A B C of being,

The ruddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound––
Steel against intimation––the sharp flash,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X.

Listen to my reading of "The Motive for Metaphor" below:


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