Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

Gray Room


Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.

Wallace Stevens’s other poems:

  1. Valley Candle
  2. Nomad Exquisite
  3. The Plot against the Giant
  4. The Plain Sense of Things
  5. Le Monocle de Mon Oncle




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