(Sonnet as Keynote to WS) <br /> <br />The stout man puffs on his Havana cigar <br />And picks canary chords on his blue guitar, <br />Fashions flawed words and spindrift sounds <br />Into day-glow verbs and glass-blown nouns. <br />How much the notion of a supreme fiction <br />Derives from bric-a-brac and spiffy diction <br />None knows. Say his thickest absolutes <br />Derive from blue rotundities of fruits: <br />His crispest jugglery performs the feat <br />Of hardening stealthy points into concrete <br />Trombones, sausage-makers, cattle skulls, <br />And pettifogging buds. His monocle's <br />Univocal, a prop that lets him see <br />Glories in pewter, and mere poetry. <br /> <br /> <br />(Published in The Wallace Stevens Journal, Fall 2005. Vol.29. No.2 p.304)<br /><br />William F Dougherty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wallace-stevens-the-click-of-marbled-orbs/
