That Bench

That bench is in Elizabeth Park, in Hartford, CT.  That’s the park Wallace Stevens walked through on his way to work.  It is also the park that inspired this:

Perhaps
The truth depends on a walk around a lake,

A composing as the body tires, a stop
To see hepatica, a stop to watch
A definition growing certain and

A wait within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence

As a man and woman meet and love forthwith.
Perhaps there are moments of awakening,
Extreme, fortuitous, personal, in which

We more than awaken, sit on the edge of sleep,
As on an elevation, and behold
The academies like structures in a mist.

4 thoughts on “That Bench

    • I’m so glad! And you’re welcome. Next Thursday, I’m going over to Cal to get my library card. Want to meet up then? (maybe I should send you an official e-mail about this!!)

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