Category Archives: Stevens Wallace

The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens

Posted on August 10, 2014 by Russell Boyle

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s … Continue reading →

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Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens

Posted on July 9, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground … Continue reading →

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The Death of a Soldier by Wallace Stevens

Posted on August 26, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Life contracts and death is expected, As in a season of autumn. The soldier falls. He does not become a three-days personage. Imposing his separation, Calling for pomp. Death is absolute and without memorial, As in a season of autumn, … Continue reading →

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Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens

Posted on May 7, 2013 by Russell Boyle

The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze decor, A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not … Continue reading →

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Russell Boyle

I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was … Continue reading →

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The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

Posted on February 13, 2013 by Russell Boyle

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant … Continue reading →

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