A poem for today

The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches

Wallace Stevens
My flowers are reflected
In your mind
As you are reflected in your glass.
When you look at them,
There is nothing in your mind
Except the reflections
Of my flowers.
But when I look at them
I see only the reflections
In your mind,
And not my flowers.
It is my desire
To bring roses,
And place them before you
In a white dish.

 

2 thoughts on “A poem for today

  1. About This Poem

    “The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches” was first published in March 1916 in Others: A Magazine of the New Verse, a New York City-based magazine that focused on modernist poetry. The poem was posthumously published in the collection Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose (Knopf, 1957).

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