Wallace Stevens Poems
|41.||Metaphors Of A Magnifico||1/3/2003|
|42.||Madame La Fleurie||1/20/2003|
|44.||Bantams In Pine-Woods||1/3/2003|
|46.||Continual Conversation With A Silent Man||1/13/2003|
|47.||A High-Toned Old Christian Woman||1/13/2003|
|48.||Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself||1/3/2003|
|49.||Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour||1/3/2003|
|50.||The Planet On The Table||1/3/2003|
|52.||The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm||1/13/2003|
|53.||The Idea Of Order At Key West||1/3/2003|
|54.||Of Modern Poetry||1/3/2003|
|55.||Domination Of Black||1/13/2003|
|56.||Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird||1/3/2003|
|57.||Anecdote Of The Jar||1/3/2003|
|58.||The Snow Man||1/3/2003|
|59.||Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock||1/3/2003|
|61.||The Emperor Of Ice-Cream||1/3/2003|
Comments about Wallace Stevens
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 ...
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think