In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
       hills and a cloud.
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”
The gold tree is blue,
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.

  • 0
  • 0
S'identifier Commentaires...
angel plant
plus de 7 ans

amazing it is beautiful

plus de 7 ans

absolutely stunning, beautiful word choices and imaginary, of which makes your poem a most delightful read. thanks so much for sharing xoxo


Autres oeuvres par Wallace Stevens...

Quelques poètes qui suivent Wallace Stevens...

Chactas saaleha i bamjee