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Comment 3 of 9, added on February 17th, 2012 at 12:23 PM.

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Comment 1 of 9, added on September 11th, 2005 at 9:36 AM.

"A Postcard from the Volcano" offers its readers a few simple words
delivered after the apocalypse; but the language survives from a past that
is only apparently destroyed, and the historical continuities of the
language that forms the poem itself undermine the poem's evocative sense of
an ending. Stevens begins by recognizing a new generation's inevitable
sense of its distance from its heritage. Yet he speaks with the voice of
the dead.
The dominant feeling of the poem, then, that of the living present of the
poet’s immediate thinking, may be summed up in the phrase, "The gaiety of
language." The poet shares the despair, the aching desolation, of his
bodily self but, as experienced by this man as poet, the despair become "a
literate despair" that cries out in all three presents, but mainly in the
supratemporal present, as above and "Beyond our gate and the windy sky."
From that other ether, the poet experiences the jubilance of knowing the
intricate relationships between past and present and future within the time
series. As a result of such knowing, the whole of the world of the poem,
the dirty mansion, the children, the bones left behind, the way things are
seen and felt, and speech itself are all "Smeared with the gold of the
opulent sun," with that supratemporal source of light and awareness that is
the very moving of the poet’s thought in the present of his poem as living,
imaginative experience. The despair of what will become mere bones to be
picked up by children, the guilty innocence of the children, these remain
the anguish and the ignorance of this desolate world. While the words
continue to tremble and echo from the volcano, however, while this
supratemporal linguistic awareness continues to smear the dirt and poverty
of the scene with the gold of its opulence, the despair felt cries out as
"a literate despair" and "The gaiety of language is our seignior." The gold
is merely smeared on the dirt; the dirt remains what it is, covered with
the gold, but as real as if exposed. Despair, guilt, ignorant wonder,
jubilance and gaiety, all survive and contribute vitally to this richly
historical and desolately unhistorical affirmation of an imaginative

Jocelyne Do Carmo De Lima Viegas from Greece

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Information about A Postcard From The Volcano

Poet: Wallace Stevens
Poem: A Postcard From The Volcano
Volume: Wallace Stevens: The Palm at the End of the Mind Selected Poems and a Play
Year: 1936
Added: May 7 2003
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