Wallace Stevens Poems
|41.||The Auroras of Autumn||11/9/2015|
|42.||The Death Of A Soldier||4/5/2010|
|43.||The Emperor Of Ice-Cream||1/3/2003|
|44.||The High-Toned Old Christian Woman||1/20/2003|
|45.||The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm||1/13/2003|
|46.||The Idea Of Order At Key West||1/3/2003|
|47.||The Man On The Dump||4/5/2010|
|48.||The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad||1/3/2003|
|49.||The Man With The Blue Guitar||3/12/2015|
|50.||The Planet On The Table||1/3/2003|
|51.||The Plot Against The Giant||1/3/2003|
|52.||The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain||1/1/2004|
|53.||The River Of Rivers In Connecticut||1/3/2003|
|54.||The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man||1/13/2003|
|55.||The Snow Man||1/3/2003|
|56.||The Well Dressed Man With A Beard||1/13/2003|
|57.||Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird||1/3/2003|
|58.||To The One Of Fictive Music||1/13/2003|
|59.||Two Figures In Dense Violet Light||1/3/2003|
|61.||What Is Divinity||4/5/2010|
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 ...
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