Hi! The creator too is blind,
Struggling toward his harmonious whole,
Rejecting intermediate parts,
Horrors and falsities and wrongs;
Incapable master of all force,
Too vague idealist, overwhelmed
By an afflatus that persists.
For this, then, we endure brief lives,
The evanescent symmetries
From that meticulous potter's thumb.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Wallace Stevens
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Negation
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Negation here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.