Wallace Stevens

1879-1955 / Male / American
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Sea Surface Full Of CloudsI / In that November off Tehuantepec, / The slopping of the sea grew still one night
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A Dish of Peaches in RussiaWith my whole body I taste these peaches, / I touch them and smell them. Who speaks? / I absorb them as the Angevine
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GubbinalThat strange flower, the sun, / Is just what you say. / Have it your way.
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A Clear Day and No MemoriesNo soldiers in the scenery, / No thoughts of people now dead, / As they were fifty years ago,
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The Gray RoomAlthough you sit in a room that is gray, / Except for the silver / Of the straw-paper,
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Asides on the OboeThe prologues are over. It is a question, now, / Of final belief. So, say that final belief / Must be in a fiction. It is time to choose.
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Life Is MotionIn Oklahoma, / Bonnie and Josie, / Dressed in calico,
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TeaWhen the elephant's-ear in the park / Shrivelled in frost, / And the leaves on the paths
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TattooThe light is like a spider. / It crawls over the water. / It crawls over the edges of the snow.
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TheoryI am what is around me. / Women understand this. / One is not duchess
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