Poems of Wallace Stevens
|1.||A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock||4/5/2010|
|2.||A High-Toned Old Christian Woman||1/13/2003|
|3.||A Postcard From The Volcano||4/5/2010|
|4.||A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts||4/5/2010|
|5.||Anecdote of the Jar||1/3/2003|
|6.||Another Weeping Woman||4/5/2010|
|7.||Bantams in Pine-woods||1/3/2003|
|8.||Continual Conversation With A Silent Man||1/13/2003|
|9.||Contrary Theses (II)||4/5/2010|
|10.||Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock||1/3/2003|
|11.||Domination Of Black||1/13/2003|
|12.||Farewell To Florida||4/5/2010|
|13.||Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour||1/3/2003|
|14.||Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs||4/5/2010|
|16.||Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion||4/5/2010|
|17.||In The Carolinas||4/5/2010|
|18.||It Must Give Pleasure||4/5/2010|
|19.||Le Monocle de Mon Oncle||4/5/2010|
|20.||Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly||1/3/2003|
Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,