IF all the world were right,
How fair our love could grow,
At what a radiant height
Its shining flower would blow.
Through what untroubled air
Its fragrant boughs would spread,
On fruit how sweet and rare
Might we be freely fed.
But ah, what should we tend,
In sorrow and delight,
Our hearts how could we spend,
If all the world were right!
Why Wallace Stevens’ Poetry is the Ultimate Guide to Mindful Living and the Antidote to the AI Era
Although he appeared as a poet relatively late in his career, the author left...
