Wallace Stevens

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

Wallace Stevens Poems

1. Repetitions of a Young Captain 11/9/2015
2. Oak Leaves are Hands 11/9/2015
3. Sea Surface Full Of Clouds 11/9/2015
4. Jasmine's Beautiful Thoughts Underneath the Willow 2/9/2016
5. Poetry Is A Destructive Force 4/14/2015
6. The Auroras of Autumn 11/9/2015
7. Tea At The Palaz Of Hoon 12/17/2014
8. Table Talk 2/28/2011
9. The Man With The Blue Guitar 3/12/2015
10. No Possum, No Sop, No Taters 3/25/2015
11. Phases 4/5/2010
12. Study Of Two Pears 4/5/2010
13. The Man On The Dump 4/5/2010
14. What Is Divinity 4/5/2010
15. It Must Give Pleasure 4/5/2010
16. Contrary Theses (Ii) 4/5/2010
17. Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion 4/5/2010
18. Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs 4/5/2010
19. In The Carolinas 4/5/2010
20. Le Monocle De Mon Oncle 4/5/2010
21. The High-Toned Old Christian Woman 1/20/2003
22. Farewell To Florida 4/5/2010
23. The Death Of A Soldier 4/5/2010
24. The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man 1/13/2003
25. Two Figures In Dense Violet Light 1/3/2003
26. The Well Dressed Man With A Beard 1/13/2003
27. To The One Of Fictive Music 1/13/2003
28. The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain 1/1/2004
29. The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad 1/3/2003
30. Another Weeping Woman 4/5/2010
31. A Postcard From The Volcano 4/5/2010
32. Valley Candle 1/3/2003
33. A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts 4/5/2010
34. The Plot Against The Giant 1/3/2003
35. A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock 4/5/2010
36. The River Of Rivers In Connecticut 1/3/2003
37. Poem Written At Morning 1/3/2003
38. Peter Quince At The Clavier 1/3/2003
39. Six Significant Landscapes 1/13/2003
40. Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Wallace Stevens

The Emperor Of Ice-Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its ...

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The Planet On The Table

Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.

Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.

His self and the sun were one

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