In Wallace Stevens' "The Plain Sense of Things", the meaning of every sentence, the sense of every verse, every image, is clear and straightforward; nothing is impressionistic or vague - except for the last verse of the second stanza:
It is difficult even to choose the adjective
For this blank cold, this sadness without cause.
The great structure has become a minor house.
No turban walks across the lessened floors.
The best I could come up with, which is pretty lame, is: "In this minor house, there is no chance of anyone wearing a turban walking across the floors, as they might across the great floors of a major house."
That can't be what the verse means (can it?). It is a beautiful poem, but the seeming obscurity of this verse makes its beauty, for me anyway, seem incomplete. Can anyone enlighten me?