Sunday, March 25, 2012

Three or Four Hills and a Cloud - a Wallace Stevens Sunday

By KE Chambers

Today's poem from Poetry Daily. Happy Sunday.


Of the Surface of Things
by Wallace Stevens

I

In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
        hills and a cloud.

II

From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
"The spring is like a belle undressing."

III

The gold tree is blue,
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.

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