Of the Surface of Things, par Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

Of the Surface of Things

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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