Poem Written At Morning
A sunny day’s complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor […]
Author: Wallace Stevens
The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man
One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish […]
Six Significant Landscapes
I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, […]
Of Modern Poetry
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: […]
Metaphors Of A Magnifico
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man […]
A Postcard From The Volcano
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And […]
Gray Room
Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your […]
Bantams In Pine-Woods
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was […]