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< 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 All John Keats This Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins […]

Victor Hugo (1942 – 1993) was a Venezuelan-born American artist, window dresser, and partner of Halston. He met the designer when Halston hired him through a Call-boy service, and the two began an on-again, off-again relationship that would span 12 years. Vanity Fair cites the 1019 Halston documentary, where filmmaker Frédéric Tcheng speaks to Joe […]

The Flea Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,     Yet this enjoys before it […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVI. APOCALYPSE. I’m wife; I’ve finished that, That other state; I’m Czar, I’m woman now: It’s safer so. How odd the girl’s life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XV. RESURRECTION. ‘T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come; Before the judgment-seat of God, The last and second time These fleshless lovers met, A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another’s eyes. No lifetime set on them, Apparelled […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIV. LOVE’S BAPTISM. I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I’ve finished threading too. Baptized before without the […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIII. RENUNCIATION. There came a day at summer’s full Entirely for me; I thought that such were for the saints, Where revelations be. The sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new. The time was scarce […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XII. IN VAIN. I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack. […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XI. THE OUTLET. My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, Take me! —Emily Dickinson From Poems: Second Series Edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson. BUY ‘HOW […]

< 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 […]