Tender Buttons [A Light in the Moon]

Gertrude Stein

 

A LIGHT IN THE MOON

A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.

 
From Tender Buttons (1914) by Gertrude Stein.

Poems by This Author

Tender Buttons [A Box] by Gertrude Stein
A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance
Tender Buttons [Chicken] by Gertrude Stein
Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third
Tender Buttons [A Chair] by Gertrude Stein
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even
Tender Buttons [A Little Called Pauline] by Gertrude Stein
A little called anything shows shudders
Tender Buttons [A Plate] by Gertrude Stein
An occasion for a plate, an occasional resource is in buying
Tender Buttons [Apple] by Gertrude Stein
Apple plum, carpet steak, seed clam...
Tender Buttons [Milk] by Gertrude Stein
A white egg and a colored pan and a cabbage showing settlement, a constant increase
Tender Buttons [Objects] by Gertrude Stein
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange
Guillaume Apollinaire by Gertrude Stein
Give known or pin ware
Stanzas in Meditation by Gertrude Stein
She may count three little daisies very well