Phases Wallace Stevens
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I.
There’s a little square in Paris,
Waiting until we pass.
They sit idly there,
They sip the glass.
There’s a cab-horse at the corner,
There's rain. The season grieves.
It was silver once,
And green with leaves.
There’s a parrot in a window,
Will see us on parade,
Hear the loud drums roll—
And serenade.
II.
This was the salty taste of glory,
That it was not
Like Agamemnon’s story.
Only, an eyeball in the mud,
And Hopkins,
Flat and pale and gory!
There’s a little square in Paris,
Waiting until we pass.
They sit idly there,
They sip the glass.
There’s a cab-horse at the corner,
There's rain. The season grieves.
It was silver once,
And green with leaves.
There’s a parrot in a window,
Will see us on parade,
Hear the loud drums roll—
And serenade.
II.
This was the salty taste of glory,
That it was not
Like Agamemnon’s story.
Only, an eyeball in the mud,
And Hopkins,
Flat and pale and gory!
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