An insurance company executive with a law degree, Wallace Stevens (1879–1951) lived an outwardly conventional life but composed highly original and exotic works of verse. One of America's most important twentieth-century poets, Stevens forever changed the landscape of modern poetry with his provocative, experimental style. This first-rate collection by the winner of the 1955 Pulitzer Prize for poetry invites students and other readers to enjoy the richness and variety found in 82 of Stevens's finest creations. Included are such well-known compositions as "Sunday Morning," "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock," "Anecdote of the Jar," "Peter Quince at the Clavier," "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird," and the title piece — the author's favorite — as well as lesser known yet equally stimulating works such as "The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches" and "The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad." Invaluable to students of American literature, this volume will be an indispensable treasury for lovers of modern poetry.
Wallace Stevens is a rare example of a poet whose main output came at a fairly advanced age. His first major publication (four poems from a sequence entitled "Phases" in the November 1914 edition of Poetry Magazine) was written at the age of thirty-five, although as an undergraduate at Harvard, Stevens had written poetry and exchanged sonnets with George Santayana, with whom he was close through much of his life. Many of his canonical works were written well after he turned fifty. According to the literary critic Harold Bloom, who called Stevens the "best and most representative" American poet of the time, no Western writer since Sophocles has had such a late flowering of artistic genius.
Stevens attended Harvard as a non-degree special student, after which he moved to New York City and briefly worked as a journalist. He then attended New York Law School, graduating in 1903. On a trip back to Reading in 1904 Stevens met Elsie Viola Kachel; after a long courtship, he married her in 1909. In 1913, the young couple rented a New York City apartment from sculptor Adolph A. Weinman, who made a bust of Elsie. A daughter, Holly, was born in 1924. She later edited her father's letters and a collection of his poems.
After working for several New York law firms from 1904 to 1907, he was hired on January 13, 1908 as a lawyer for the American Bonding Company. By 1914 he had become the vice-president of the New York Office of the Equitable Surety Company of St. Louis, Missouri. When this job was abolished as a result of mergers in 1916, he joined the home office of Hartford Accident and Indemnity Company and left New York City to live in Hartford, where he would remain for the rest of his life.
Emperor of Ice Cream and other Poems by Wallace Stevens is an accessible collection of 14 of Stevens’ most popular poems including the titular verse, “Peter Quince at the Clavier”, “The Idea of Order at Key West”, "A High-Toned Old Christian Woman," and “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”.
Stevens’ work sounds eclectic and lyrical, spoken it is more declarative than introspective and this may be the source of much of his popularity.
Death is the mother of beauty
Stevens is described as a modernist poet, and much of the memorable quotes from the collection are expressive of a greater than personal observance, almost a universal pronouncement.
Poetry is the supreme fiction
Stevens can be satirical, addressing traditional notions of God and culture with a wink and nod while still making a serious statement about the world around him, never completely leaving a realistic approach, merely an oblique style.
August the most peaceful month
Stevens the poet uses repetition and colorful imagery to create a lyric landscape that works on multiple levels and that creates a dramatic tension between perceived and actual reality.
In the green water, clear and warm, Susanna lay
The poet can also use mystic / mythical imagery to convey a modern observation. Key West is a frequent source of inspiration and for setting.
Beauty is momentary in the mind – The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal.
The ever hooded, tragic gestured sea Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Ultimately, Stevens’ voice is that of a modern poet: an observant, meditative and spirited artist. This collection would be a very good introduction to his work.
How long have I meditated, O Prince, On sky and earth? It comes to this, That even the moon Has exhausted its emotions. What it is that I think of, truly? The lines of blackberry bushes, The design of leaves— Neither sky nor earth Express themselves before me . . . Bossuet did not preach at the funerals Of puppets.
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Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach,
Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues.
Foam and cloud are one. Sultry moon-monsters Are dissolving.
Fill your black hull With white moonlight.
There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.
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Pour the unhappiness out From your too bitter heart, Which grieving will not sweeten.
Poison grows in this dark. It is in the water of tears Its black blooms rise.
The magnificent cause of being— The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world—
Leaves you With him for whom no phantasy moves, And you are pierced by a death.
I took a long time to read this little 96-page collection of early poetry from master poet Wallace Stevens, and I'm glad I did. A couple of the poems in this book, including Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, are among my old favorites. Some of the poems are likely to become new favorites. As I read, I felt like I was trying to read art; I mostly felt like I was reading along, admiring the beauty of the words, and the set of the phrases, and occasionally getting a flash of what that beauty was all about.
I didn't study Poetics, thus I won't attempt to write a studious, erudite review of any of the poetry I read. And I love reading poetry. And love reciting it to a room empty of humans but adorned with several dozing cats. I like Stevens' poetry - the imagery and rhythms affect and inspire me. I know that I will return to this and continue my enjoyment by re-reading his poems and I certainly recommend this collection.
Mixed bag for me. I skipped all the poems that mentioned women after the third or fourth that felt like it was enraptured by the otherworldliness of the concept of Woman, and I think that kept me from getting too grumpy. There were a few I really liked - Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird and Snowman and the Tennessee jug one come to mind.
This is a Dover publication, presumably the poems old enough to be out of copyright. The intro says it's all the poems from periodicals published 1914-1922. So I presume it's a lot of overlap with Harmonium. Some of the most famous poems of 20th century America are here--13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird; Sunday Morning; The Emperor of Ice Cream--as well as some of the less well-known. Often quite delightful, occasionally silly.