Wallace Stevens

(October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)

A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock - Poem by Wallace Stevens

The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.

Comments about A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock by Wallace Stevens

  • Rookie - 73 Points Barry Middleton (11/17/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    People do not have much imagination except for occasional drunken sailors. I think poets in general are very like drunken sailors. Stevens' love affair with imagination is succinctly expressed here and I love catching tigers in red weather as an image and a metaphor for a man of imagination. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Gary Witt (4/18/2010 3:29:00 PM)

    I'm afraid the title is not 'A' Disillusionment. It is simply 'Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock.'

    -G (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 5, 2010

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