I am what is around me.

Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.

These are merely instances.

(C) Wallace Stevens
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Wallace Stevens

• Depression Before Spring
• Gray Room
• Poem Written At Morning
• In The Carolinas
• Sea Surface Full Of Clouds
• The Man With The Blue Guitar
• Life Is Motion
• The Planet On The Table
• Ploughing On Sunday
• Contrary Theses (ii)
• Nomad Exquisite
• The Comedian As The Letter C: 01 - The World Without Imagination
• The Wind Shifts
• Tea
• O Florida, Venereal Soil
• A High-toned Old Christian Woman
• Invective Against Swans
• Disillusionment Of Ten Oclock
• Anecdote Of The Jar
• On The Manner Of Addressing Clouds