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Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)
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 |
| 15. | Gray Room | 1/3/2003 |
| 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 |
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Poem Written at Morning
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit,
A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue,
To be served by men of ice.
The senses paint
By metaphor. The juice was fragranter
