| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Of the Surface of Things | | By 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. | |
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III From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, | |
| Reading where I have written, | |
| The spring is like a belle undressing. | 5 |
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III The gold tree is blue. | |
| The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. | |
| The moon is in the folds of the cloak. | | | | |
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