Gubbinal

Wallace Stevens

That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.

That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.

The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.

Next 10 Poems

• Wallace Stevens : In The Carolinas
• Wallace Stevens : Infanta Marina
• Wallace Stevens : Invective Against Swans
• Wallace Stevens : Le Monocle De Mon Oncle
• Wallace Stevens : Life Is Motion
• Wallace Stevens : Metaphors Of A Magnifico
• Wallace Stevens : Negation
• Wallace Stevens : Nomad Exquisite
• Wallace Stevens : Nuances Of A Theme By Williams
• Wallace Stevens : O Florida, Venereal Soil

Previous 10 Poems

• Wallace Stevens : Gray Room
• Wallace Stevens : Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs.
• Wallace Stevens : Fabliau Of Florida
• Wallace Stevens : Earthy Anecdote
• Wallace Stevens : Domination Of Black
• Wallace Stevens : Disillusionment Of Ten O'clock
• Wallace Stevens : Depression Before Spring
• Wallace Stevens : Bantams In Pine-woods
• Wallace Stevens : Anecdote Of The Jar
• Wallace Stevens : Anecdote Of Canna