Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Of the Surface of ThingsWallace Stevens
From “Pecksniffiana”
I
IBut when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”
The gold tree is blue.
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.