Quote #56
A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.
More from Wallace Stevens
- It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
- Donna, donna, dark, Stooping in indigo gown And cloudy constellations, Conceal yourself or disclose Fewest things to the lover - A hand tha…
- I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
- Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns, Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous, Eliciting the still sustaining pomps Of speech which are like mu…
- O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you?
- These Are the music of meet resignation; these The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you To magnify, if in that drifting waste You are…
- I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.
- She sang beyond the genius of the sea