<p>Poems of our Climate:</p>
<p>I
Clear water in a brilliant bowl,
Pink and white carnations. The light
In the room more like a snowy air,
Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.
Pink and white carnations - one desires
So much more than that. The day itself
Is simplified: a bowl of white,
Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round,
With nothing more than the carnations there.</p>
<p>II
Say even that this complete simplicity
Stripped one of all one’s torments, concealed
The evilly compounded, vital I
And made it fresh in a world of white,
A world of clear water, brilliant-edged,
Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.</p>
<p>III
There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.</p>
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<p>Don’t you guys think that the imagery of the flowers and bowl in the first stanza anticipates the concluding lines? The speaker notes that the simplicity of the imagery is not enough to satisfy his desires, which are addressed in the third stanza.</p>
<p>I
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“one desires-So much more than that. The day itself
Is simplified: a bowl of white,
Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round,
With nothing more than the carnations there.”</p>
<p>III
There would still remain the never resting mind…</p>
<p>I don’t think the above depiction is a “moment of perfection.”</p>
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<p>Moving on…</p>
<p>I got galls = bold and unashamed </p>
<p>Dictionary def: galls = effrontery and outrageous insolence</p>
<p>but I think I put desire for one question</p>