81. Disillusionment Of Ten O Clock From Harmonium (1923) http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/disten

Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk and asleep in his boots, Catches Tigers In red weather.

82. Idea Of Order At Key West, The From Ideas of Order (1936) http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/order

The Idea of Order at Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not a mask. No more was she. The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard, Since what she sang was uttered word by word. It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind; But it was she and not the sea we heard. For she was the maker of the song she sang. The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea Was merely a place by which she walked to sing. Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew It was the spirit that we sought and knew That we should ask this often as she sang. If it was only the dark voice of the sea That rose, or even colored by many waves; If it was only the outer voice of sky And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled, However clear, it would have been deep air, The heaving speech of air, a summer sound Repeated in a summer without end And sound alone. But it was more than that, More even than her voice, and ours, among The meaningless plungings of water and the wind, Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there was never a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made. Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know, Why, when the singing ended and we turned Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights, The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there, As the night descended, tilting in the air, Mastered the night and portioned out the sea, Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles, Arranging, deepening, enchanting night. Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, The maker's rage to order words of sea Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred, And of ourselves and our origins, In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

83. Stevens's "Not Ideas" From Ideas of Order (1936) http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/not-ideas.html

NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING BUT THE THING ITSELF Wallace Stevens At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird's cry, at daylight or before, In the early March wind. The sun was rising at six, No longer a battered panache above snow... It would have been outside. It was not from the vast ventriloquism Of sleep's faded papier-mache... The sun was coming from the outside. That scrawny cryIt was A chorister whose c preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality. POETRY HOME ENGLISH 88 READING LIST POETRY NEWS FILREIS HOME Document URL: http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/not-ideas.html Last modified: Wednesday, 18-Jul-2007 16:27:53 EDT

84. "Of Modern Poetry," Wallace Stevens Consists of the text from the poem. http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/of-modern-poetry.html

"Of Modern Poetry," Wallace Stevens POETRY HOME ENGLISH 88 READING LIST POETRY NEWS FILREIS HOME Document URL: http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/of-modern-poetry.html Last modified: Wednesday, 18-Jul-2007 16:27:55 EDT

85. The Wondering Minstrels: The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm -- Wallace S From Transport To Summer (1947). http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1249.html

86. Gedichte Von Wallace Stevens In Deutscher Übersetzung Kleine Sammlung von Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) in deutscher bersetzung. http://www.alb-neckar-schwarzwald.de/stevens/stevens.html

Gedichte von Wallace Stevens Übersetzt von Johannes Beilharz Tee Als die Begonien im Park Im Frost verwelkten Und die Blätter auf den Wegen Wie Ratten rannten, Fiel das Licht deiner Lampe Auf glänzende Kissen In Schattierungen von Meer und Himmel Wie Regenschirme in Java. Tea Sechs bedeutsame Landschaften I Ein alter Mann Sitzt im Schatten einer Kiefer In China. Er sieht Rittersporn, Blau und weiß, Sich am Rande des Schattens Im Wind bewegen. Sein Bart bewegt sich im Wind. Die Kiefer bewegt sich im Wind. So fließt Wasser Über Unkraut. II Die Nacht hat die Farbe Eines Frauenarms: Nacht, die Frau, Dunkel, Duftend und geschmeidig, Verbirgt sich. Ein Tümpel glänzt Wie ein im Tanz Geschüttelter Armreif. III Ich messe mich An einem hohen Baum.

87. NEUE SIRENE - Wallace Stevens Gedicht von Wallace Stevens auf Englisch und in deutscher bersetzung von Hans Joachim Lechler. http://www.neuesirene.de/7steven.htm

Wallace Stevens Die Idee der Ordnung vor Key West Englisch /Deutsch) Das Wasser kannte weder Geist noch Stimme, Im Winde flatterte, und doch bewirkte seine Pantomime Nicht unser war er, auch wenn wir ihn verstanden, Unmenschlich, aus des Ozeans Tiefen. Nicht Maske war das Meer, Maske nicht sie. Es klangen Lied und Wasser nie vereint, Denn was sie sang, das formte sie zu Worten. Und auch des Windes Keuchen darin widerklangen; Sie ganz alleine schuf das Lied, das da erklang. Gab nur den Hintergrund, vor dem sie singend ging. Aus Sommertagen eines Sommers ohne Ende Und nichts als Schall. Doch es war mehr als das, Mehr noch als ihre Stimme und die unsre Prunkender Fernen, bronzener Schatten, hoch Aus Himmel und Meer. Mit ihrer Stimme gab sie Erteilte sie der Stunde ihre Einsamkeit. Und wenn sie sang, verlor das Meer, was immer Sein Eigenstes auch war, und wurde Lied, ihr Werk. Wie wir sie da alleine schreiten sahen, Von der sie sang und die sie singend schuf. Warum, als der Gesang zu Ende war und wir zur Stadt

88. Wallace Stevens, Une Approche Française Traduction in dite d une large partie de l uvre po tique de Wallace Stevens, essai et bibliograhie. Traduction in dite et int grale de l dition de 1855 de Leaves of Grass de Walt Whitman. uvres personnelles de Gilles Mourier. http://mapage.noos.fr/gmurer0001/

«C'est ce que vous ne comprendrez pas qui est le plus beau, c'est ce qui est le plus long qui est le plus intéressant et c'est ce que vous ne trouvez pas amusant qui est le plus drôle.» Paul Claudel, Le Soulier de satin Ce fas c icule de pages, intensément personnelles et – au contraire de ce que l'on rencontre habituellement sur la T o ile – excessivement textuelles, n'a d'autre but que de satisfaire les démangeaisons, de diverses natures, de son auteur (et, si possible, de renforcer la trop maigre présence de la langue française dans l' e space hypertextuel) et ne saurait de ce fait convenablement servir d'arrêt-pipi sur les autoroutes de l'information. La cybertoile ou hypertoile étant en effet encore un outil à peu p rès public, j'ai sans vergogne saisi l'occasion qu'elle m'offre d'y seriner les opinions (tranchées) et les idées (bis c ornues) que mes proches et amis sont fatigués de m'entendre ressasse r . Je comprends parfaitement que vous puissiez n'avoir aucune envie de les parcourir ou les connaître. Nul ne force ici la main

89. IMS: Wallace Stevens, HarperAudio Audio clips of Wallace Stevens reading several poems, including The Idea of Order at Key West, The Poem that Took the Place of a Mountain, and Vacancy in the Park. The poems are not individually announced. http://town.hall.org/Archives/radio/IMS/HarperAudio/021594_harp_ITH.html

Wallace Stevens Wallace Stevens reads his own poetry. Stevens was born in 1879, and these recordings were made shortly before his death in 1955. Although he published poetry as early as 1914, Stevens did not receive widespread recognition until the publication of his collected poems in 1954, for which he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. Stevens' poems focus on the sound of language, on obscure vocabulary, and on imaginative images. Part 1 .au format (3 Mb), .gsm format (0.8 Mb), .ra format (0.4 Mb). This selection includes "The Idea of Order at Key West," "The Poem that Took the Place of a Mountain," and "Vacancy in the Park." The poems are not individually announced. Part 2 .au format (4 Mb), .gsm format (1 Mb), .ra format (0.6 Mb). In this section, Stevens reads "To an Old Philosopher in Rome," which combines religious and secular images. Rebroadcast of HarperAudio is made possible by the Internet Multicasting Service and our sponsors. Description of available audio formats Comments or suggestions to IMS Internet Multicasting Service Home Page

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