Wallace Stevens

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

Wallace Stevens Poems

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

Sunday Morning

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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
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound,
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet
Over the seas, to silent ...

Read the full of Sunday Morning

Metaphors Of A Magnifico

Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges,
Into twenty villages,
Or one man
Crossing a single bridge into a village.

This is old song
That will not declare itself . . .

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