The Distance Between The Dark Steeple And Cobble

"Steeple"

Lately, I have been enjoying adding poetry to my posts, (both my own and those of tried and TRUE POETS). Wallace Stevens is one of my all time favorites and I have re-discovered one of his that seems to resonate, for me, with the above collage.

Lonliness in Jersey City

The deer and the dachshund are one.
Well, the gods grow out of the weather.
The people grow out of the weather;
The gods grow out of the people.
Encore, encore, encore les dieux...

The distance between the dark steeple
And cobble ten thousand and three
Is more than a seven-foot inchworm
Could measure by moonlight in June.

Kiss, cats: for the deer and the dachshund
Are one. My window is twenty-nine three
And plenty of window for me.
The steeples are empty and so are the people,
There's nothing whatever to see.
Except (Poles) that pass in their motors
And play concertinas all night.
They think that things are all right,
Since the deer and the dachshund are one.
Wallace Stevens