“Two things of opposite natures seem to depend / On one another”

June 3, 2013 — 0

I've probably learned as much about creativity + business from Wallace Stevens as I have from anyone...

from Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction

IV Two things of opposite natures seem to depend On one another, as a man depends On a woman, day on night, the imagined On the real. This is the origin of change. Winter and spring, cold copulers, embrace And forth the particulars of rapture come. Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not understand. Morning and afternoon are clasped together And North and South are an intrinsic couple And sun and rain a plural, like two lovers That walk away as one in the greenest body. In solitude the trumpets of solitude Are not of another solitude resounding; A little string speaks for a crowd of voices. The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing, The body, it touches. The captain and his men Are one and the sailor and the sea are one. Follow after, O my companion, my fellow, my self, Sister and solace, brother and delight.                                                                         - Wallace Stevens

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