The Man with the Blue Guitar

Thursday, 14 November 2002

The name of this blog is taken from a poem dear to my heart: Wallace Stevens' The Man with the Blue Guitar (in The Man With the Blue Guitar and Other Poems, Alfred A Knopf, New York, 1937). Here are the first two verses:


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

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

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

And they said to him, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar,
Of things exactly as they are."


I cannot bring a world quite round,
Although I patch it as I can.

I sing a hero's head, large eye
And bearded bronze, but not a man,

Although I patch him as I can
And reach through him almost to man.

If a serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,

Say that it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.

Copyright (c) 2002 Luigi M Bianchi