After the final no there comes a yes <br />And on that yes the future world depends. <br />No was the night. Yes is this present sun. <br />If the rejected things, the things denied, <br />Slid over the western cataract, yet one, <br />One only, one thing that was firm, even <br />No greater than a cricket's horn, no more <br />Than a thought to be rehearsed all day, a speech <br />Of the self that must sustain itself on speech, <br />One thing remaining, infallible, would be <br />Enough. Ah! douce campagna of that thing! <br />Ah! douce campagna, honey in the heart, <br />Green in the body, out of a petty phrase, <br />Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed: <br />The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps, <br />The aureole above the humming house... <br />It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-well-dressed-man-with-a-beard/
