Poems by Wallace Stevens
Another Weeping Woman
... With him for whom no phantasy moves, ...
Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs
... That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine, ...
The Load Of The Sugar Cane
... While the wind still whistles ...
A Dish Of Peaches In Russia
... That animal, that Russian, that exile, for whom ...
Contrary Theses (II)
... The flies And the bees still sought the chrysanthemums odor ...
Six Significant Landscapes
... With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea ...
The Curtains In The House Of The Metaphysician
... "It comes about that the drifiting of these curtains ...
The Comedian As The Letter C: 03 - Approaching Carolina
... It seemed Elusive, faint, more mist than moon, perverse, ...
The Planet On The Table
... And his poems, although makings of his self, ...
Sunday Morning
... But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields ...
To The One Of Fictive Music
... Our feigning with the strange unlike, whence springs ...
The Plot Against the Giant
... First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, ...
Tea At The Palaz Of Hoon
... And there I found myself more truly and more strange ...
Poem Written At Morning
... A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit, ...
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird
... In what I know.IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight, ...
