Sonnet by Wallace Stevens

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend July 16, 2016   Sonnet   Wallace Stevens

Lo, even as I passed beside the booth Of roses, and beheld them brightly twine To damask heights, taking them as a sign Of my own self still unconcerned with truth; Even as I held up in hands uncouth And drained with joy the golden-bodied wine, Deeming it half-unworthy, half divine, From out the sweet-rimmed goblet of my youth.   Even in that pure hour I heard the tone Of grievous music stir in memory, Telling me of the time already flown From my first youth. It sounded like the rise Of distant echo from dead melody, Soft as a song heard far in Paradise.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Sonnet” was published in Volume LXIX, Number 5 of The Harvard Advocate on May 10, 1900.   Wallace Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, on October 2, 1879. He published numerous collections of poetry, including Harmonium (Knopf, 1923) and Collected Poems (Knopf, 1954), which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1955. He died on August 2, 1955. Poetry by Stevens   Wallace Stevens: Collected Poetry and Prose (Library of America, 1997)    "The Great Figure" by William Carlos Williams "To a Steam Roller" by Marianne Moore "The Sea of Glass" by Ezra Pound Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038