Harmonium (Stevens)/Anecdote of Canna
Anecdote of Canna
Huge are the canna in the dreams ofX, the mighty thought, the mighty man.They fill the terrace of his capitol.
His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakesIn sleep may never meet another thoughtOr thing. . . . Now day-break comes. . . .
X promenades the dewy stones,Observes the canna with a clinging eye,Observes and then continues to observe.