Autor Wallace Stevens

Zdarza się, że drgnienia tych firanek Przechodzą w długie ruchy; jak napuszone Ściągnięcia perspektywy; albo jak obłoki Z nieodłącznymi popołudniami; […]

Poemat umysłu w akcie odnajdywania Tego, co będzie wystarczające. Nie zawsze musiał Szukać: scena była przygotowana; poemat powtarzał Wcześniej napisany […]

I Starzec siedzi W cieniu sosnowego drzewa W Chinach. Widzi delfinium: Błękit i biel Na krawędzi cienia Falują na wietrze. […]

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; […]

I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that […]

W najdawniejszym końcu zimy W Marcu, struchlały krzyk zza okna Był jak dźwięk w jego głowie Wiedział, że go usłyszał […]

There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even […]

I An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white, […]

First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out […]

She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly […]

A sunny day’s complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor […]

There is a great river this side of Stygia Before one comes to the first black cataracts And trees that […]

Light the first light of evening In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the […]

I In the far South the sun of autumn is passing Like Walt Whitman walking along a ruddy shore. He […]

Wezwij zwijacza wielkich cygar, Muskularnego, i każ mu ubijać W misie obleśne, maślane śmietany. I niech dziewuchy wałkonią się w […]

I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, […]

One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish […]

The time of year has grown indifferent. Mildew of summer and the deepening snow Are both alike in the routine […]

Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man […]

The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It […]

As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense […]

The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die– The broken cartwheel on […]

My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. […]

I Stary człowiek siedzi W cieniu sosny W chinach Widzi ostróżkę Biało-niebieską Na granicy cienia, Która porusza się na wietrze […]

The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, […]

Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your […]

At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. […]

Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was […]

At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the […]

Moja świeczka płonęła w wielkiej dolinie promienie ogromnej nocy skupiały się na niej aż powiał wiatr wtedy promienie ogromnej nocy […]

W nocy przy kominku Kolory krzaków I opadłych liści Powtarzały się I wirowały w pokoju Jak same liście Wirujące na […]

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave […]

I Stary człowiek siedzi W cieniu sosny W chinach Widzi ostróżkę Biało-niebieską Na granicy cienia, Która porusza się na wietrze […]

1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a […]

Ariel was glad he had written his poems. They were of a remembered time Or of something seen that he […]

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the […]

(…) Trud Myśli wywołał spokój ekscentryczny Dla oka i dzwoniący w uchu. Grać mogły Głuche bębny, nie alarmując pospólstwa. W […]

Weight him down, O side-stars, with the great weightings of the end. Seal him there. He looked in a glass […]

Powiesz, że to niewyszukany efekt: czarne czerwienie, Różowe żółtości, pomarańczowe biele – są nazbyt sobą, by mogły być czymś innym […]

Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of […]

The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the […]

I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the black bird. II I was of […]

Gdyby poezja pana X była muzyką, Która sama do niego przychodzi, Bez zrozumienia, ze ściany Lub z sufitu, z dźwiękami […]

I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel As to get no more from the moonlight […]

The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: […]

After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. […]

Ariel był dumny, że napisał swoje wiersze Mówiły o pamiętnych czasach Albo o czymś, co mu się spodobało Inne dzieła […]