Bearded Wallace

Considering the location of the next (but hopefully last) big battle between those two political nags that I love to follow - it seems highly appropriate that Geoffrey Sachs should quote the Pennsylvanian poet Wallace Stevens (who apparently never had a beard) in his interview here.

Whilst, I'm still not sure about his economic strategy for tackling these momentous hurdles that face us, I can't help but be inspired by his optimism.

The Well Dressed Man With a Beard

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