Wallace Stevens’ “Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock,” from The Collected Poems (animated by Lilli Carre)
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
Awesome. A literal rendering of a poem that still manages to be charming and evocative, embarrassing the trifle, shameful chozzerai Eric Drooker did for Howl. (I’m not going to be over it for a while, sorry.)
Reblogged from AUSTIN KLEON
