I
The man bent over his guitar,
a shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
you do not play things as they are".
The man replied, "Things as they are
are changed upon the blue guitar".
XXVIII
I am a native in this world
and think in it as a native thinks,
Gesu, not native of a mind
thinking the thoughts I call my own,
native, a native in the world
and like a native think in it.
It could not be a mind, the wave
in which the watery grasses flow
and yet are fixed as a photograph,
the wind in which the dead leaves blow.
Here I inhale profunder strength
and as I am, I speak and move
and things are as I think they are
and say they are on the blue guitar.
The man bent over his guitar,
a shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
you do not play things as they are".
The man replied, "Things as they are
are changed upon the blue guitar".
XXVIII
I am a native in this world
and think in it as a native thinks,
Gesu, not native of a mind
thinking the thoughts I call my own,
native, a native in the world
and like a native think in it.
It could not be a mind, the wave
in which the watery grasses flow
and yet are fixed as a photograph,
the wind in which the dead leaves blow.
Here I inhale profunder strength
and as I am, I speak and move
and things are as I think they are
and say they are on the blue guitar.
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