Wallace Stevens

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

Wallace Stevens Poems

1. The Emperor Of Ice-Cream 1/3/2003
2. Sunday Morning 1/3/2003
3. Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock 1/3/2003
4. Anecdote Of The Jar 1/3/2003
5. The Snow Man 1/3/2003
6. Gray Room 1/3/2003
7. Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird 1/3/2003
8. Domination Of Black 1/13/2003
9. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman 1/13/2003
10. Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour 1/3/2003
11. The Idea Of Order At Key West 1/3/2003
12. Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself 1/3/2003
13. Continual Conversation With A Silent Man 1/13/2003
14. Of Modern Poetry 1/3/2003
15. Bantams In Pine-Woods 1/3/2003
16. The Planet On The Table 1/3/2003
17. Tattoo 1/13/2003
18. Metaphors Of A Magnifico 1/3/2003
19. Nomad Exquisite 1/3/2003
20. Madame La Fleurie 1/20/2003
21. Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly 1/3/2003
22. Poem Written At Morning 1/3/2003
23. Six Significant Landscapes 1/13/2003
24. The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm 1/13/2003
25. Peter Quince At The Clavier 1/3/2003
26. A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock 4/5/2010
27. A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts 4/5/2010
28. The River Of Rivers In Connecticut 1/3/2003
29. The Plot Against The Giant 1/3/2003
30. Valley Candle 1/3/2003
31. A Postcard From The Volcano 4/5/2010
32. Another Weeping Woman 4/5/2010
33. The Well Dressed Man With A Beard 1/13/2003
34. The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain 1/1/2004
35. Farewell To Florida 4/5/2010
36. Two Figures In Dense Violet Light 1/3/2003
37. The High-Toned Old Christian Woman 1/20/2003
38. To The One Of Fictive Music 1/13/2003
39. In The Carolinas 4/5/2010
40. Le Monocle De Mon Oncle 4/5/2010
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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