Wallace Stevens

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

In The Carolinas - Poem by Wallace Stevens

The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.

Timeless mothers,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?

The pine-tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 5, 2010

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