Wallace Stevens Poems
|41.||The Death Of A Soldier||4/5/2010|
|42.||Another Weeping Woman||4/5/2010|
|43.||The Plot Against The Giant||1/3/2003|
|45.||Continual Conversation With A Silent Man||1/13/2003|
|47.||A High-Toned Old Christian Woman||1/13/2003|
|48.||Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour||1/3/2003|
|49.||The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm||1/13/2003|
|50.||Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself||1/3/2003|
|51.||The Idea Of Order At Key West||1/3/2003|
|52.||The Planet On The Table||1/3/2003|
|53.||Of Modern Poetry||1/3/2003|
|54.||Anecdote Of The Jar||1/3/2003|
|56.||Domination Of Black||1/13/2003|
|57.||Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird||1/3/2003|
|58.||The Snow Man||1/3/2003|
|59.||Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock||1/3/2003|
|60.||The Emperor Of Ice-Cream||1/3/2003|
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound,
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet
Over the seas, to silent ...
The Planet On The Table
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.
His self and the sun were one