How furiously your heart is beating

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GRAY ROOM

by Wallace Stevens

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl–
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you…
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.

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-pg 23, Wallace Stevens, The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play. Vintage. New York, New York. 1990.