Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The […]
Author: Wallace Stevens
Nomad Exquisite
As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense […]
The Idea Of Order At Key West
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly […]
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; […]
Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, […]
The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the […]
The Well Dressed Man With A Beard
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. […]
The Planet On The Table
Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he […]
Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on […]
Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself
At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. […]
Anecdote Of The Jar
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that […]
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 […]
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 […]