Poem

The Blue Guitar

June 24, 2013

I love this simple mysterious poem by the American poet Wallace Stevens one of the best poets ever, and a deep favourite of mine.

This is one those poems that you can learn off by heart quite quickly read it outloud, slowly, ten times over, and on the eleventh, you will know it. Then repeat it for a week every morning, and you will know it forever.

Heres a tip and a mystery of its own if you learn a poem, and then repeat it outloud in front of a mirror, watching yourself, you will discover something more about the poem, and something unexpected about yourself.

THE BLUE GUITAR

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, You have a blue guitar,
You cannot play things as they are.

The man replied, Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.

And they said then, But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.