I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel <br />As to get no more from the moonlight <br />Than your moist hand. <br /> <br />Be the voice of the night and Florida in my ear. <br />Use dasky words and dusky images. <br />Darken your speech. <br /> <br />Speak, even, as if I did not hear you speaking, <br />But spoke for you perfectly in my thoughts, <br />Conceiving words, <br /> <br />As the night conceives the sea-sound in silence, <br />And out of the droning sibilants makes <br />A serenade. <br /> <br />Say, puerile, that the buzzards crouch on the ridge-pole <br />and sleep with one eye watching the stars fall <br />Beyond Key West. <br /> <br />Say that the palms are clear in the total blue. <br />Are clear and are obscure; that it is night; <br />That the moon shines.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-figures-in-dense-violet-light/
