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Palace of the BabiesAuthor(s): Wallace StevensSource: Poetry, Vol. 19, No. 1 (Oct., 1921), pp. 1-2Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573250 .
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VOL. XIX
No. I
A Magazine of Verse
OCTOBER 1921
SUR MA GUZZLA GRACILE
PALACE OF THE BABIES
THE disbeliever walked the moonlit place, Outside of gates of hammered serafin,
"Observing the moon-blotches on the walls.
The yellow rocked across the still fagades, Or else sat spinning on the pinnacles, While he imagined humming sounds and sleep.
The walker in the moonlight walked alone, And each black window of the building balked His loneliness and what was in his mind:
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POETRY: I Magazinie of VJerse
If in a shimmering room the babies came, Drawn close by dreams of fledgling wing, It was because night nursed them in its fold.
Night nursed not him in whose dark mind The clambering wings of birds of black revolved, Making harsh torment of the solitude.
The walker in the moonlight walked alone, And in his heart his disbelief lay cold. His broad-brimmed hat-came close upon his eyes.
FROM THE MISERY OF DON JOOST
I have finished my combat with the sun; And my body, the old animal, Knows nothing more.
The powerful seasons bred and killed, And were themselves the genii Of their own ends.
Oh, but the very self of the storm Of sun and slaves, breeding and death, The old animal
The senses and feeling, the very sound And sight, and all there was of the storm Knows nothing more.
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