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Há 5 dias · Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and then New York Law School, and spent most of his life working as an executive for an insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut.
Há 3 dias · The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded him how he had needed. A place to go to in his own direction, How he had recomposed the pines, Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds, For the outlook that would be right,
17 de mai. de 2024 · Text: “Of Mere Being” by Wallace Stevens. The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises. In the bronze decor, A gold-feathered bird. Sings in the palm, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason. That makes us happy or unhappy.
24 de mai. de 2024 · The Doctor Of Geneva. Patted his stove-pipe hat and tugged his shawl. Unless Racine or Bossuet held the like. He did not quail. A man who used to plumb. In an unburgherly apocalypse. The doctor used his handkerchief and sighed. The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand That lay impounding the Pacific swell, Patted his stove-pipe hat and tugged his ...
Há 3 dias · The Planet On The Table. Ariel was glad he had written his poems. Or of something seen that he liked. And the ripe shrub writhed. Were no less makings of the sun. It was not important that they survive. Of the planet of which they were part. : Stevens is a wizard of the imagination. Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
Há 2 dias · They sip the glass. There-s a cab- horse at the corner, There's rain. The season grieves. It was silver once, And green with leaves. There-s a parrot in a window, Will see us on parade, Hear the loud drums roll-.
Há 4 dias · The white cock's tail Tosses in the wind. The turkey-cock's tail Glitters in the sun. Water in the fields. The wind pours down. The feathers flare And bluster in the wind. Remus, blow your horn! I'm
