Jun '04[Home]

Poetry

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Masters


Feature:
Sharing Space with Light


Twelve

Poem Written at Morning
Wallace Stevens

A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit,
A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue,
To be served by men of ice. . . .