Quotes/Discussions

The poem of the mind in the act of finding

What will suffice. It has not always had

To find: the scene was set; it repeated what

Was in the script.

                         Then the theater was changed

To something else. Its past was a souvenir.

It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.

It has to face the men of the time and to meet

The women of the time. It has to think about war

And it has to find what will suffice. It has

To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage

And, like the insatiable actor, slowly, and

With meditation, speak words that in the ear,

In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat

Exactly that which it wants to hear; at the sound

Of which, an invisible audience listens,

Not to the place, but to itself, expressed

In an emotion as of two people, As of

Two emotions becoming one. The actor

A metaphysician in the dark, twanging

An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives

Sounds passing through sudden rightness, wholly

Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend,

Beyond which it has no will to rise.

                                                  It must

Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may

Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman

Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.

                                        --Wallace Stevens, Of Modern Poetry