The palais de justice of chambermaids
Tops the horizon with its colonnades.If it were lost in Ubermenschlichkeit,
Perhaps our wretched state would soon come right.For somehow the brave dicta of its kings
Make more awry our faulty human things.
The Surprises Of The Superhuman
About the poet
Wallace Stevens
1879 - 1955/Male/AmericanA Modernist poet whose meditative and philosophical poems' moods rotate between ecstasy, apathy, and reluctance between ecstasy and apathy. (wikipedia)
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Sea Surface Full Of Clouds
IIn that November off Tehuantepec,The slopping of the sea grew still one night
A Dish of Peaches in Russia
With my whole body I taste these peaches,I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?I absorb them as the Angevine
A Clear Day and No Memories
No soldiers in the scenery,No thoughts of people now dead,
Asides on the Oboe
The prologues are over. It is a question, now,Of final belief. So, say that final belief
The Gray Room
Although you sit in a room that is gray,Except for the silver
