How to Live. What to Do

Wallace Stevens

1879 to 1955

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There was neither voice nor crested image,
Impure upon a world unpurged:
In many majesties of sound:
Coldly the wind fell upon them
That they had left, heroic sound
To seek a sun of fuller fire.
No chorister, nor priest. There was
To rest before the heroic height.
The man and his companion stopped
They that had left the flame-freaked sun
Like giant arms among the clouds.
And the two of them standing still to rest.
Last evening the moon rose above this rock
Massively rising high and bare
Only the great height of the rock
Joyous and jubilant and sure.
It made, away from the muck of the land
There was the cold wind and the sound
Instead there was this tufted rock
Beyond all trees, the ridges thrown