“The plum survives its poems.”

(‘The Comedian as the Letter C’, Wallace Stevens)

i am reminded of a scene from The English Patient, where Hana feeds Almásy a plum. He eats slowly, pronounces finally: “it’s a very plum plum.” Sometimes, we are tempted to make adjectives of nouns; and from this, perhaps Plato derived his starry connaissance, or the fantasy thereof. Would it make a difference, to suppose the adjectival summa is held only in us, in our imagining of the farthest noun? – that there is no other world, custodian and arbiter of phenomena, but just plums, lots of plums? – and our reckoning?