Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

Gray Room

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.

1. Le Monocle de Mon Oncle
2. The River of Rivers in Connecticut
3. Earthy Anecdotes
4. To the One of Fictive Music
5. The Plain Sense of Things

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