Explanation
Ach, Mutter,
This old, black dress,
I have been embroidering
French flowers on it.
Not by way of romance,
Here is nothing of the ideal,
Nein,
Nein.
It would have been different,
Liebchen,
If I had imagined myself,
In an orange gown,
Drifting through space,
Like a figure on the church-wall.
This old, black dress,
I have been embroidering
French flowers on it.
Not by way of romance,
Here is nothing of the ideal,
Nein,
Nein.
It would have been different,
Liebchen,
If I had imagined myself,
In an orange gown,
Drifting through space,
Like a figure on the church-wall.
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"Explanation" by Wallace
"Explanation" by Wallace Stevens is about reflecting on our actions and choices. It emphasizes being honest and practical instead of indulging in fantasies. Using simple language, it invites us to explore the complexities of human experience through everyday tasks and imagined possibilities. The poem concludes with a sense of longing for something beyond everyday life.
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