My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night
Converged upon its image,
Until the wind blew.

(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