Wallace Stevens Poems
|41.||Madame La Fleurie||1/20/2003|
|42.||Bantams In Pine-Woods||1/3/2003|
|44.||Continual Conversation With A Silent Man||1/13/2003|
|46.||Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly||1/3/2003|
|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.||The Planet On The Table||1/3/2003|
|51.||Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself||1/3/2003|
|53.||The Idea Of Order At Key West||1/3/2003|
|54.||Domination Of Black||1/13/2003|
|55.||Of Modern Poetry||1/3/2003|
|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 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