Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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Rar OF KASHMIR Gertrude Burgess Martin, Fine Arts Librarian. Charlotte Mildred Dill, Bookstore Manager, Richard Joseph Charette, Dorothy Thurber. Mary Antoinette Beals, Senior Cata- loger; Hilda Frame Harris, Librarian; Frances Goodrich Williams, Head of Readers’ Services; Laura Mae Povey, Head of Circulation; Ruth Andrews Fletcher, Reference Librarian. 23

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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 then, “‘But play, you must, A tune beyond us, yet ourselves, A tune upon the blue guitar Of things exactly as they are.”’ | cannot bring a world quite round, Although | patch it as I can. | sing a hero’s head, large eye And bearded bronze, but not a man, Although | patch him as | can And reach through him almost to a man. If to 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.... Throw away the lights, the definitions, And say of what you see in the dark That it is this or that it is that, But do not use the rotted names. How should you walk in that space and know Nothing of the madness of space, Nothing of its jocular procreations? Throw the light away. Nothing must stand Between you and the shapes you take When the crust of shape has been destroyed. You as you are? You are yourself. The blue guitar surprises you. from THE MAN WITH THE BLUE GUITAR Wallace Stevens