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< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping—rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, […]

Edgar Allan Poe Poems A Dream A Dream Within a Dream Al-Aaraaf Annabel Lee An Enigma A Valentine Bridal Ballad Dreamland Eldorado Eulalie Evening Star Fairyland For Annie Hymn Imitation Israfel Lenore Romance Silence Song Spirits of the Dead Tamerlane The Bells The City in the Sea The Lake The Raven The Sleeper The Valley […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Autumn Long lines of coral light And evening star. One shade that leads the night On from afar. And I keep, sorrowing. This sunless zone. Waiting and resting here. In calm above. —Wallace Stevens Did you like Autumn by Wallace Stevens? You might like this poetry book: Buy How […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Ballade of the Pink Parasol I pray thee, where is the old-time wig. And where is the lofty hat? Where is the maid on the road in her gig. And where is the fire-side cat? Never was sight more fair than that. Outshining, outreaching them all. There in the […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Banal Sojourn Two wooden tubs of blue hydrangeas stand at the foot of the stone steps . The sky is a blue gum streaked with rose. The trees are black. The grackles crack their throats of bone in the smooth air. Moisture and heat have swollen the garden into […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Bantams in Pine-Woods Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail. Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal. Your world is you. I am my world. You ten-foot poet among […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Bowl For what emperor Was this bowl of Earth designed? Here are more things Than on any bowl of the Sungs, Even the rarest — Vines that take The various obscurities of the moon. Approaching rain And leaves that would be loose upon the wind. Pears on pointed trees. […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems The Bird with the Coppery, Keen Claws Above the forest of the parakeets, A parakeet of parakeets prevails, A pip of life amid a mort of tails. (The rudiments of tropics are around. Aloe of ivory, pear of rusty rind). His lids are white because his eyes are blind. […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Sunday Morning           I Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the dark […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Architecture for the Adoration of Beauty I What manner of building shall we build for the adoration of beauty? Let us design this chastel de chastete, De pensee . . Never cease to deploy the structure . . . Keep the laborers shouldering plinths . . . Pass the […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems The Apostrophe to Vincentine I I figured you as nude between Monotonous earth and dark blue sky. It made you seem so small and lean And nameless. Heavenly Vincentine. II I saw you then, as warm as flesh. Brunette, But yet not too brunette. As warm, as clean Your […]