In the Element of Antagonisms
If it is a world without genius,
It is most happily contrived. Here, then,
We ask which means most, for us, all the genii
Or one man who, for us, is greater than they,
On his gold horse striding, like a conjured beast,
Miraculous in its panache and swish?
Birds twitter pandemoniums around
The idea of the chavalier of chevaliers,
The well-composed in his burnished solitude,
The tower, the ancient accent, the wintry size.
And the north wind's mighty buskin seems to fall
In an excessive corridor, alas!
-Wallace Stevens (American poet, 1879-1955)
[daily log: walking, 1km]