Harmonium (Stevens)/Of the Surface of Things
Of the Surface of Things
IIn my room, the world is beyond my understanding;But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.
IIFrom my balcony, I survey the yellow air,Reading where I have written,"The spring is like a belle undressing."
IIIThe gold tree is blue.The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.The moon is in the folds of the cloak.