Wallace Stevens

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

Wallace Stevens Poems

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
21. Madame La Fleurie 1/20/2003
22. Metaphors Of A Magnifico 1/3/2003
23. No Possum, No Sop, No Taters 3/25/2015
24. Nomad Exquisite 1/3/2003
25. Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself 1/3/2003
26. Of Modern Poetry 1/3/2003
27. Peter Quince At The Clavier 1/3/2003
28. Phases 4/5/2010
29. Poem Written At Morning 1/3/2003
30. Poetry Is A Destructive Force 4/14/2015
31. Six Significant Landscapes 1/13/2003
32. Study Of Two Pears 4/5/2010
33. Sunday Morning 1/3/2003
34. Table Talk 2/28/2011
35. Tattoo 1/13/2003
36. Tea At The Palaz Of Hoon 12/17/2014
37. The Death Of A Soldier 4/5/2010
38. The Emperor Of Ice-Cream 1/3/2003
39. The High-Toned Old Christian Woman 1/20/2003
40. The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm 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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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

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