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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Of the Surface of Things

Wallace Stevens

From “Pecksniffiana”

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.

III
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.