| Download PDF |
American Literature – American Poetry – Wallace Stevens – Poems by Wallace Stevens –
< < < The Place of the Solitaires
The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysician > > >
The Weeping Burgher
It is with a strange malice
That I distort the world.
Ah! that ill humors
Should mask as white girls.
And ah! that Scaramouche
Should have a black barouche.
The sorry verities!
Yet in excess, continual,
There is cure of sorrow.
Permit that if as ghost I come
Among the people burning in me still,
I come as belle design
Of foppish line.
And I, then, tortured for old speech,
A white of wildly woven rings;
I, weeping in a calcined heart,
My hands such sharp, imagined things.
< < < The Place of the Solitaires
The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysician > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Wallace Stevens – Poems by Wallace Stevens
Copyright holders – Public Domain
| If you liked this article, subscribe , put likes, write comments! Share on social networks Visit us on Facebook or Twitter |
- Oh Pacha … et quelques photos de nos oiseaux secourus
- Oh Pacha … and a few pictures of our rescued birds
- Vidéo courte et photos de Teash et Pacha, notre corbeau et notre corneille secourus.
- Short video and pictures of Teash and Pacha our rescued crow and raven
- Photos de Teash notre corneille secourue
- Pictures of Teash our rescued crow
© 2025 Akirill.com – All Rights Reserved
