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Connoisseur of Chaos

I. The poem introduces the concepts of order and disorder and how they are intertwined. II. Life and death are opposites yet interconnected, like order and disorder. III. While an old order may seem violent, disorder is the natural state of truths. Order is temporary while disorder is constant. IV. The poem was written in April as winter transitions to summer, mirroring how all things change over time. V. The pensive observer can find meaning in the relationship between order and disorder depicted in the poem.

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Connoisseur of Chaos

I. The poem introduces the concepts of order and disorder and how they are intertwined. II. Life and death are opposites yet interconnected, like order and disorder. III. While an old order may seem violent, disorder is the natural state of truths. Order is temporary while disorder is constant. IV. The poem was written in April as winter transitions to summer, mirroring how all things change over time. V. The pensive observer can find meaning in the relationship between order and disorder depicted in the poem.

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Connoisseur of Chaos

I A. A violent order is a disorder; and B. A great disorder is an order. These Two things are one. (Pages of illustrations.) II If all the green of spring was blue, and it is; If all the flowers of South Africa were bright On the tables of Connecticut, and they are; If Englishmen lived without tea in Ceylon, and they do; And if it all went on in an orderly way, And it does; a law of inherent opposites, Of essential unity, is as pleasant as port, As pleasant as the brush-strokes of a bough, An upper, particular bough in, say, Marchand. III After all the pretty contrast of life and death Proves that these opposite things partake of one, At least that was the theory, when bishops' books Resolved the world. We cannot go back to that. The squirming facts exceed the squamous mind, If one may say so . And yet relation appears, A small relation expanding like the shade Of a cloud on sand, a shape on the side of a hill. IV A. Well, an old order is a violent one. This proves nothing. Just one more truth, one more Element in the immense disorder of truths. B. It is April as I write. The wind

Is blowing after days of constant rain. All this, of course, will come to summer soon. But suppose the disorder of truths should ever come To an order, most Plantagenet, most fixed. . . . A great disorder is an order. Now, A And B are not like statuary, posed For a vista in the Louvre. They are things chalked On the sidewalk so that the pensive man may see. V The pensive man . . . He sees the eagle float For which the intricate Alps are a single nest. Wallace Stevens

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