The man with the blue guitar

Man_with_a_blue_guitar I didn’t think I’d find Wallace Stevens in China, especially not in the heavily touristed water village of Zhouzhuang, but there he was, a shearsman of sorts, not at all bent over but standing upright with his blue guitar. 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.” And, yes, the day was green. (Read Miranda Gaw on one of Stevens’ most famous poems, long or short.)


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