"The Planet on the Table" is a brief introspective on Stevens own journey into the world of Modern Poetry, highly experimental at the time of writing. He is justifying the difference and hence the combination of imagination and spirit that were so revolutionary at the time, and sometimes so hard to understand. eNothing recommends the following collection of Stevens poetry - read a little at a time:
The Planet On The Table
by Wallace Stevens
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.
His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.
It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,
Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.
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