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"Only last year he said that the naked moon
Was not the moon he used to see, to feel
(In the pale coherences of moon and mood
When he was young), naked and alien,
More leanly shining from a lankier sky.
Its ruddy pallor had grown cadaverous."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Anglais Mort à Florence." |
"It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder's rattapallax...."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs." |
"In Hydaspia, by Howzen,
Lived a lady, Lady Lowzen,
For whom what is was other things."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Oak Leaves Are Hands." |
"It was a flourishing tropic he required
For his refreshment, an abundant zone,
Prickly and obdurate, dense, harmonious,
Yet with a harmony not rarefied
Nor fined for the inhibited instruments
Of over-civil stops."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Comedian as the Letter C.." |
"But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (l. 32-34). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions. |
"Suppose these houses are composed of ourselves,
So that they become an impalpable town, full of
Impalpable bells, transparencies of sound,
Sounding in the transparent dwellings of the self,
Impalpable habitations that seem to move
In the movement of the colors of the mind...."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "An Ordinary Evening in New Haven." |
"I have finished my combat with the sun;
And my body, the old animal,
Knows nothing more."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "From the Misery of Don Joost." |
"Some things, niño, some things are like this,
That instantly and in themselves they are gay
And you and I are such things, O most miserable . . ."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Of Bright & Blue Birds & the Gala Sun." |
"All dreams are vexing. Let them be expunged.
But let the rabbit run, the cock declaim."
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Comedian as the Letter C.." |
"I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflexions
Or the beauty of innuendos,"
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (l. 13-15). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions. |
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