Of the Surface of Things
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.
II
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
"The spring is like a belle undressing."
III
The gold tree is blue,
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.
~ Wallace Stevens
Posted at: carolwiebe.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/beyond-my-understanding/
CWWOL 2012-03-24
