Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens
If any duck in any brook,
Fluttering the water
For your crumb,
Seemed the helpless daughter

Of a mother
Regretful that she bore her;
Or of another,
Barren, and longing for her;

What of the dove,
Or thrush, or any singing mysteries?
What of the trees
And intonations of the trees?

What of the night
That lights and dims the stars?
Do you know, Hans Christian,
Now that you see the night?
Book: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens
  3.8k
     Charmine and Persephone
Please log in to view and add comments on poems