When I close my eyes, I can see the wise old man living in this house . . .sitting on the veranda . .on a green day . .. with his blue guitar
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, “You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.”
And they said then, “But play, you cant,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.”
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, “You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.”
And they said then, “But play, you cant,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.”
Wallace Stevens
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