Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)
Poems by Wallace Stevens : 17 / 52
In The Carolinas
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.
Wallace Stevens
Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010
Poems by Wallace Stevens : 17 / 52
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