Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FLORIST WEARS KNEE-BREECHES, by WALLACE STEVENS


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First Line: My flowers are reflected
Subject(s): Flowers


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






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