| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | From the Misery of Don Joost | | By Wallace Stevens |
| | From Sur Ma Guzzla Gracile I HAVE finished my combat with the sun; | |
| And my body, the old animal, | |
| Knows nothing more. | |
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| The powerful seasons bred and killed, | |
| And were themselves the genii | 5 |
| Of their own ends. | |
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| Oh, but the very self of the storm | |
| Of sun and slaves, breeding and death, | |
| The old animal | |
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| The senses and feeling, the very sound | 10 |
| And sight, and all there was of the storm | |
| Knows nothing more. | | | | |
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