Wallace Stevens's Poetry, by first line

• Sunday Morning

  1
  Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

  128 lines, 1 comment
• The Emperor of Ice-Cream

  Call the roller of big cigars,
  The muscular one, and bid him whip

  16 lines, 2 comments
• Metaphors of a Magnifico

  Twenty men crossing a bridge,
  Into a village,

  23 lines
• Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

  I
  Among twenty snowy mountains,

  67 lines, 2 comments
• Anecdote of the Jar

  I placed a jar in Tennessee,
  And round it was, upon a hill.

  14 lines
• The Idea of Order at Key West

  She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
  The water never formed to mind or voice,

  56 lines, 2 comments
• Gray Room

  Although you sit in a room that is gray,
  Except for the silver

  16 lines
• Of Modern Poetry

  The poem of the mind in the act of finding
  What will suffice. It has not always had

  28 lines, 6 comments
• Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself

  At the earliest ending of winter,
  In March, a scrawny cry from outside

  18 lines
• Valley Candle

  My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
  Beams of the huge night converged upon it,

  6 lines
• Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour

  Light the first light of evening
  In which we rest and, for small reason, think

  18 lines, 1 comment
• The Planet On The Table

  Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
  They were of a remembered time

  15 lines
• The Plot Against the Giant

  First Girl
  When this yokel comes maundering,

  21 lines
• The River of Rivers in Connecticut

  There is a great river this side of Stygia
  Before one comes to the first black cataracts

  18 lines
• Nomad Exquisite

  As the immense dew of Florida
  Brings forth

  14 lines
• Poem Written at Morning

  A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
  Divide it from itself. It is this or that

  17 lines
• Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

  Among the more irritating minor ideas
  Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home

  45 lines
• Bantams in Pine-woods

  Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
  Of tan with henna hackles, halt!

  10 lines
• Two Figures in Dense Violet Light

  I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel
  As to get no more from the moonlight

  18 lines, 1 comment
• A High-Toned Old Christian Woman

  Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
  Take the moral law and make a nave of it

  22 lines, 1 comment
• Domination Of Black

  At night, by the fire,
  The colors of the bushes

  36 lines
• Six Significant Landscapes

  I
  An old man sits

  62 lines
• Tattoo

  The light is like a spider.
  It crawls over the water.

  13 lines
• The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm

  The house was quiet and the world was calm.
  The reader became the book; and summer night

  16 lines, 1 comment
• The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man

  One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
  One's tootings at the weddings of the soul

  19 lines
• The Well Dressed Man With A Beard

  After the final no there comes a yes
  And on that yes the future world depends.

  17 lines
• Continual Conversation With A Silent Man

  The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
  Between the two we live and die--

  18 lines
• To The One Of Fictive Music

  Sister and mother and diviner love,
  And of the sisterhood of the living dead

  37 lines
• The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain

  There it was, word for word,
  The poem that took the place of a mountain.

  14 lines
• In The Carolinas

  The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
  Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.

  10 lines

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