National Poetry Month: April 8th

On the Road Home by Wallace Stevens

It was when I said,
“There is no such thing as the truth,”
That the grapes seemed fatter.
The fox ran out of his hole.
                                                                                                            .
You… You said,
“There are many truths,
But they are not parts of a truth.”
Then the tree, at night, began to change,
                                                                                                                             .
Smoking through green and smoking blue.
We were two figures in a wood.
We said we stood alone.
                                                                                    .
It was when I said,
“Words are not forms of a single word.
In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts.
The world must be measured by eye”;
                                                                                                                   .
It was when you said,
“The idols have seen lots of poverty,
Snakes and gold and lice,
But not the truth”;
                                                                                                                                             .
It was at that time, that the silence was largest
And longest, the night was roundest,
The fragrance of the autumn warmest,
Closest and strongest.

This poem was selected by Russell J. (Readers’ Services)

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