Wallace Stevens

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

Wallace Stevens Poems

1. Poetry Is A Destructive Force 4/14/2015
2. No Possum, No Sop, No Taters 3/25/2015
3. Tea At The Palaz Of Hoon 12/17/2014
4. Phases 4/5/2010
5. The Man With The Blue Guitar 3/12/2015
6. Table Talk 2/28/2011
7. Study Of Two Pears 4/5/2010
8. What Is Divinity 4/5/2010
9. The Man On The Dump 4/5/2010
10. It Must Give Pleasure 4/5/2010
11. Contrary Theses (Ii) 4/5/2010
12. The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man 1/13/2003
13. Le Monocle De Mon Oncle 4/5/2010
14. The Death Of A Soldier 4/5/2010
15. In The Carolinas 4/5/2010
16. Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion 4/5/2010
17. Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs 4/5/2010
18. To The One Of Fictive Music 1/13/2003
19. The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad 1/3/2003
20. The High-Toned Old Christian Woman 1/20/2003
21. The Well Dressed Man With A Beard 1/13/2003
22. Two Figures In Dense Violet Light 1/3/2003
23. The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain 1/1/2004
24. Farewell To Florida 4/5/2010
25. Valley Candle 1/3/2003
26. Another Weeping Woman 4/5/2010
27. The Plot Against The Giant 1/3/2003
28. The River Of Rivers In Connecticut 1/3/2003
29. A Postcard From The Volcano 4/5/2010
30. A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock 4/5/2010
31. Peter Quince At The Clavier 1/3/2003
32. A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts 4/5/2010
33. Poem Written At Morning 1/3/2003
34. Six Significant Landscapes 1/13/2003
35. The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm 1/13/2003
36. Madame La Fleurie 1/20/2003
37. Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly 1/3/2003
38. Nomad Exquisite 1/3/2003
39. Metaphors Of A Magnifico 1/3/2003
40. Tattoo 1/13/2003
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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