<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem Written at Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sunny day's complete Poussiniana<br>Divide it from itself. It is this or that<br>And it is not.<br>By metaphor you paint<br>A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit,<br>A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue,<br>To be served by men of ice.<br>The senses paint<br>By metaphor. The juice was fragranter<br>Than wettest cinnamon. It was cribled pears<br>Dripping a morning sap.<br>The truth must be<br>That you do not see, you experience, you feel,<br>That the buxom eye brings merely its element<br>To the total thing, a shapeless giant forced <br>Upward.<br>Green were the curls upon that head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534897" data-title="Poem Written at Morning de Wallace Stevens" data-description="A sunny day's complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor you paint A thing. Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit, A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue, To be served by men of ice. The se..."></div> </div> </div>

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