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< 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 […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Another Weeping Woman Pour the unhappiness out From your too bitter heart. Which grieving will not sweeten. Poison grows in this dark. It is in the water of tears Its black blooms rise. The magnificent cause of being— The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world— Leaves you […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Anecdote of Men by the Thousand The soul, he said, is composed Of the external world. There are men of the East, he said. Who are the East. There are men of a province Who are that province . There are men of a valley Who are that valley. […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Anecdote of Canna Huge are the canna in the dreams of X, the mighty thought, the mighty man. They fill the terrace of his capitol. His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakes In sleep may never meet another thought Or thing . . . Now day-break comes . […]

< Return to Wallace Stevens Poems Anecdote of the Jar I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it. And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a […]