Wallace Stevens Poems

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
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Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
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Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
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The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
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The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die--
The broken cartwheel on the hill.
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Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
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Among the more irritating minor ideas
Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home
To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
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Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges,
Into twenty villages,
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As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,
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Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!

Damned universal cock, as if the sun
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