I have finished my combat with the sun; And my body, the old animal, Knows nothing more.

 The powerful seasons bred and killed, And were themselves the genii Of their own ends.

 Oh, but the very self of the storm Of sun and slaves, breeding and death, The old animal,

 The senses and feeling, the very sound And sight, and all there was of the storm, Knows nothing more.

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Interpretation

The only reference to this poem in Stevens's letters is not helpful. Responding to a question from Hi Simons, he writes: "Don Joost is a jovial Don Quixote. He is an arbitrary figure."^[1] As Eleanor Cook observes, Don Joost is not jovial, and his resignation contrasts with Don Quixote's bravado.^[2]

It seems clear to me...that thou art not well-versed in the matter of adventures: these are giants; and if thou art afraid, move aside and start to pray whilst I enter with them in fierce and unequal combat. (Cervantes, Don Quixote, I.viii, trans. Edith Grossman, 2003)

Buttel lists this poem as among a few from Harmonium that anticipate Stevens's later poetry.^[3] The others on his list are "Sunday Morning", "The Snow Man", "Another Weeping Woman", and "Death of a Soldier". Mention should also be made of "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle", with which it shares a focus on leaving youth behind. His body, the animal, has become old. He counts the passage of time by reference to the seasons, and his passage through the seasons is compared to a storm, which is abating. The combat with the sun may be a creative struggle, viewed as finished.

Notes

References

• Buttel, R. Wallace Stevens: The Making of Harmonium. Princeton University Press, 1967.
• Stevens. H. Letters of Wallace Stevens. University of California Press, 1966
• Cook, Eleanor. A Reader's Guide to Wallace Stevens. Princeton University Press, 2007.