Wallace Stevens

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

Oak Leaves are Hands - Poem by Wallace Stevens

In Hydaspia, by Howzen
Lived a lady, Lady Lowzen,
For whom what is was other things.

Flora she was once. She was florid
A bachelor of feen masquerie,
Evasive and metamorphorid.

Mac Mort she had been, ago,
Twelve-legged in her ancestral hells,
Weaving and weaving many arms.

Even now, the centre of something else,
Merely by putting hand to brow,
Brooding on centuries like shells.

As the acorn broods on former oaks
In memorials of Northern sound,
Skims the real for its unreal,

So she in Hydaspia created
Out of the movement of few words,
Flora Lowzen invigorated

Archaic and future happenings,
In glittering seven-colored changes,
By Howzen, the chromatic Lowzen.

Form: Tercet

Comments about Oak Leaves are Hands by Wallace Stevens

  • (1/9/2016 2:41:00 PM)

    playing with words five fingers
    of oak leaf....interesting
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 9, 2015

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