Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

Tattoo


The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.

Wallace Stevens’s other poems:

  1. Valley Candle
  2. The Plot against the Giant
  3. The Plain Sense of Things
  4. The River of Rivers in Connecticut
  5. Nomad Exquisite




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