Listen to:
Come, Said the World (1:03)
by Wallace Stevens
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
Come, said the world, thy youth is not all play,
Upon these hills vast palaces must rise,
And over this green plain that calmly lies
In peace, a mighty city must have sway.
These weak and murmuring reeds cannot gainsay
The building of my wharves; this flood that flies
Unfathomed clear must bear my merchandise,
And sweep my burdens on their seaward way.
No, cried my heart, this thing I cannot do,
This is my home, this plain and water clear
Are my companions faultless as the sky—
I cannot, will not give them up to you.
And if you come upon them I shall fear,
And if you steal them from me I shall die.
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