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"This fat pistache of Belgian grapes exceeds
The total gala of auburn aureoles.
Cochon! Master, the grapes are here and now." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery." |
"In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck
And made one think of rosy chocolate
And gilt umbrellas." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Sea Surface Full of Clouds (l. 1-5). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions. |
"You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Motive for Metaphor." |
"Thus the theory of description matters most.
It is the theory of the word for those
For whom the word is the making of the world,
The buzzing world and lisping firmament." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Description without Place." |
"The sense of the serpent in younanke,
And your averted stride
Add nothing to the horror the frost
That glistens on your face and hair." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery." |
"A too-fluent green
Suggested malice in the dry machine
Of ocean, pondering dank stratagem.
Who then beheld the figures of the clouds
Like blooms secluded in the thick marine?" Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Sea Surface Full of Clouds (l. 59-63). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions. |
"The A B C of being,
The ruddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound
Steel against intimation the sharp flash,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Motive for Metaphor." |
"Her green mind made the world around her green." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Description without Place." |
"And the whole of the soul, Swenson,
As every man in Sweden will concede,
Still hankers after lions, or, to shift,
Still hankers after sovereign images." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Lions in Sweden." |
"I measure myself
Against a tall tree.
I find that I am much taller,
For I reach right up to the sun,
With my eye...." Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Six Significant Landscapes." |
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