These Proceed (Stein Poem)
[Updated: 11/3/11 – Replaced line 7, removed stanza breaks]
These then are brought to our own time.
Words and loving and the seasons.
It is through the spirit. The sun and moon and mind.
The inhabitants of objects.
This element I call the imagination.
It is the practice of intensification.
It is perfect and there is no desertion.
There is a pigeon, wondering, learning to shine.
These proceed from imagination and laughing.
They are enjoying anything, any being.
Music and insects, the sight of something.
There is a perception of differences.
Like the alternating periods of spirit.
I do it by passion into a substance.
It happens. It is perfectly right.
A closet does not know the uses of itself.
Mon Oct 31 21:44:28 2011
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Gertrude Stein (Selections), GERTBOT Base Nature Texts