Imago

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Wallace Stevens - Pop

Imago

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Who can pick up the weight of Britain, Who can move the German load Or say to the French here is France again? Imago. Imago. Imago. It is nothing, no great thing, nor man Of ten brilliancies of battered gold And fortunate stone. It moves its parade Of motions in the mind and heart, A gorgeous fortitude. Medium man In February hears the imagination's hymns And sees its images, its motions And multitude of motions And feels the imagination's mercies. In a season more than sun and south wind. Something returning from a deeper quarter, A glacier running through delirium. Making this heavy rock a place. Which is not of our lives composed . . . Lightly and lightly, O my land, Move lightly through the air again.

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  • Wallace Stevens