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Kitchen Sink

I Love This Poem

February 29th, 2008

Disillusionment Of Ten O’Clock


The houses are haunted

By white night-gowns.

None are green,

Or purple with green rings,

Or green with yellow rings,

Or yellow with blue rings.

None of them are strange,

With socks of lace

And beaded ceintures.

People are not going

To dream of baboons and periwinkles.

Only, here and there, an old sailor,

Drunk and asleep in his boots,

Catches Tigers

In red weather.

–Wallace Stevens


Oh how I’ve longed to be the drunken soldier, and not the white nightgown.



p.s. I’m bracing myself for some completely inappropriate Google ads…


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