Poems by Wallace Stevens
A Postcard From The Volcano
... Will speak our speech and never know,Will say of the mansion that it seems ...
Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself
... It was part of the colossal sun,Surrounded by its choral rings, ...
Peter Quince At The Clavier
... Here in this room, desiring you,Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, ...
Gray Room
... The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia ...
The Well Dressed Man With A Beard
... The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps, ...
The River Of Rivers In Connecticut
... . Call it, one more, a river, an unnamed flowing,Space-filled, reflecting the seasons, the folk-lore ...
Bantams In Pine-Woods
... Fat! Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs, ...
Nomad Exquisite
... And green vine angering for life,As the immense dew of Florida ...
Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
... The chain of the turquoise hen and skyAnd the wheel that broke as the cart went by ...
The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man
... So the wind Threw its contorted strength around the sky ...
Tea
... When the elephant's-ear in the park ...
Negation
... For this, then, we endure brief lives, ...
A Clear Day And No Memories
... And are not now: in this shallow spectacle, ...
The Comedian As The Letter C: 05 - A Nice Shady Home
... It may hang In the sunshine placidly, colored by ground ...
To The Roaring Wind
... What syllable are you seeking, ...
