Poem for the day 04.08.14 – The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm

Posted in celebration of national poetry month.  Following is a poem by Wallace Stevens who the literary critic Harold Bloom called “the best and most representative American poet of our time.” If you have a favorite poem (you’ve read or written), please email it to frank@mytownmatters.com.

The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm by Wallace Stevens

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.

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