Wallace Stevens's Poetry, by title

• A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

  The houses are haunted
      By white night-gowns.

  14 lines
• 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
• A Postcard From The Volcano

  Children picking up our bones
  Will never know that these were once

  37 lines
• A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts

  The difficulty to think at the end of day,
  When the shapeless shadow covers the sun

  37 lines
• Anecdote of the Jar

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

  14 lines
• Another Weeping Woman

    Pour the unhappiness out
    From your too bitter heart,

  14 lines
• Bantams in Pine-woods

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

  10 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
• Contrary Theses (II)

  One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
  When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;

  27 lines
• Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock

  The houses are haunted
  By white night-gowns.

  14 lines
• Domination Of Black

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

  36 lines
• Farewell To Florida

  Go on, high ship, since now, upon the shore,
  The snake has left its skin upon the floor.

  49 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
• Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs

  It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
  Tugging at banks, until they seemed

  19 lines
• Gray Room

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

  16 lines
• Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion

  You dweller in the dark cabin,
  To whom the watermelon is always purple,

  27 lines
• In The Carolinas

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

  10 lines
• It Must Give Pleasure

  To sing jubilas at exact, accustomed times,
  To be crested and wear the mane of a multitude

  33 lines
• Le Monocle de Mon Oncle

  “Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,
  O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,

  164 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
• Metaphors of a Magnifico

  Twenty men crossing a bridge,
  Into a village,

  23 lines
• Nomad Exquisite

  As the immense dew of Florida
  Brings forth

  14 lines
• Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself

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

  18 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
• Peter Quince at the Clavier

      Just as my fingers on these keys
      Make music, so the self-same sounds

  87 lines, 1 comment
• Phases

  There’s a little square in Paris,
  Waiting until we pass.

  72 lines
• Poem Written at Morning

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

  17 lines
• Six Significant Landscapes

  I
  An old man sits

  62 lines
• Study Of Two Pears

              I
  Opusculum paedagogum.

  39 lines
• Sunday Morning

  1
  Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

  128 lines, 1 comment

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