by Wallace Stevens<\/p>\n
Is it Ulysses that approaches from the east,
\nThe interminable adventurer? The trees are mended.
\nThat winter is washed away. Someone is moving<\/p>\n
On the horizon and lifting himself up above it.
\nA form of fire approaches the cretonnes of Penelope,
\nWhose mere savage presence awakens the world in which she dwells.<\/p>\n
She has composed, so long, a self with which to welcome him,
\nCompanion to his self for her, which she imagined,
\nTwo in a deep-founded sheltering, friend and dear friend.<\/p>\n
The trees had been mended, as an essential exercise
\nIn an inhuman meditation, larger than her own.
\nNo winds like dogs watched over her at night.<\/p>\n
She wanted nothing he could not bring her by coming alone.
\nShe wanted no fetchings. His arms would be her necklace
\nAnd her belt, the final fortune of their desire.<\/p>\n
But was it Ulysses? Or was it only the warmth of the sun
\nOn her pillow? The thought kept beating in her like her heart.
\nThe two kept beating together. It was only day.<\/p>\n
It was Ulysses and it was not. Yet they had met,
\nFriend and dear friend and a planet’s encouragement.
\nThe barbarous strength within her would never fail.<\/p>\n
She would talk a little to herself as she combed her hair,
\nRepeating his name with its patient syllables,
\nNever forgetting him that kept coming constantly so near.<\/p>\n
–Read by Kathleen at St. Lydia’s on March 13 by Wallace Stevens Is it Ulysses that approaches from the east, The interminable adventurer? The trees are mended. That winter is washed away. Someone is moving On the horizon and lifting himself up above it. A form of fire approaches the cretonnes of Penelope, Whose mere savage presence awakens the world in which she dwells. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=614"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":616,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/614\/revisions\/616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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