Wallace Stevens Poems
|41.||Madame La Fleurie||1/20/2003|
|42.||Metaphors Of A Magnifico||1/3/2003|
|43.||Bantams In Pine-Woods||1/3/2003|
|46.||Continual Conversation With A Silent Man||1/13/2003|
|47.||The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm||1/13/2003|
|48.||Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour||1/3/2003|
|49.||The Planet On The Table||1/3/2003|
|50.||A High-Toned Old Christian Woman||1/13/2003|
|51.||Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself||1/3/2003|
|52.||The Idea Of Order At Key West||1/3/2003|
|53.||Domination Of Black||1/13/2003|
|55.||Anecdote Of The Jar||1/3/2003|
|56.||Of Modern Poetry||1/3/2003|
|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|
|61.||The Emperor Of Ice-Cream||1/3/2003|
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