The Reader
Published on Nov 29, 2015
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The REader
A Gloomy Poem
by wallace stevens
All night I sat reading a book,
Sat reading as if in a book
Of sombre Pages
It was Autumn and falling stars
Covered the SHRIVELED forms
Crouched in the moonlight
No lamp was burning as I read
A voice was mumbling,
"Everything falls back to coldness,
Even the musky muscadines,
The melons, the vermilion pears
Of the leafless garden."
The sombre pages bore no print
Except the trace of burning stars
In the frosty heaven.
End of the Gloomy Poem
Reading, Pennsylvania
Born October 2, 1879
Died August 2, 1955
Died August 2, 1955
Pulitzer Prize
1st
1955, year he died :(
Elsie Viola Kachel
On a trip back to Reading, Pennsylvania, Wallace Stevens met his soon to be wife, Elsie Viola Kachel
"The Poet of Ideas"
Artist of new Thoughts
Happy + Sad
Sad + Happy
Abstract Thoughts
This poem was included in the anthology because it holds abstract thoughts, and shows that even sad and gloomy poems can be great works of art-any kind of art.
