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  1. 3 de jul. de 2017 · This post is designed as an introduction to ten of Wallace Stevenss greatest poems. 1. ‘ The Emperor of Ice-Cream ’. ‘The Emperor of Ice-Cream’ may well qualify for the accolade of ‘most baffling poem of the entire twentieth century’. Who, or what, is the Emperor of Ice-Cream?

  2. Wallace Stevens is one of America’s most respected 20th century poets. He was a master stylist, employing an extraordinary vocabulary and a rigorous precision in crafting his poems. But he was also a philosopher of aesthetics, vigorously exploring the notion of poetry as the supreme fusion of the creative imagination and objective reality.

  3. Literatura. Poemas - poesia - poesia traduzida. Wallace Stevens – poemas. Por. Revista Prosa Verso e Arte. - Le monocle de mon oncle. I. “Mater dos céus, regina-mãe das nuvens, Cetro do sol, ó solidéu da lua, Não há nada, não, não, nada jamais. Como o choque de dois verbos mortais.” Era dela que eu ria triunfante-

  4. Currently the collection is regarded as one of the great works of American poetry. Harmonium included 'The Emperor of the Ice Cream', one of Stevens's own favourite poems, 'Le Monocle de Mon Oncle', 'The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad', and 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird'.

  5. Wallace Stevens is one of America’s most respected 20th century poets. He was a master stylist, employing an extraordinary vocabulary and a rigorous precision in crafting his poems. But he was also a philosopher of aesthetics, vigorously exploring the notion of poetry as the supreme...

  6. Stevenss poem uses ice cream to suggest ideas of transience, luxury, life, and death. Choose a food and develop a list of associations connected to it. Like Stevens, try to link sense associations (ice cream is cold) to larger abstractions (death is cold).

  7. The Snow Man. By Wallace Stevens. One must have a mind of winter. To regard the frost and the boughs. Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time. To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter. Of the January sun; and not to think.