Complacencies of the pegnoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of an ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
-Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of an ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
-Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens
