Tuesday Poetry Post- Gray Room by Wallace Stevens

Tuesday somehow slipped by me without posting the Tuesday poem.  I think I was a bit distracted by our first Bradley Method class, acupuncture, feeling a bit under the weather and  preparing my shop for the big holiday season.

I choose this Wallace Stevens poem because on Sunday, while nesting (cleaning the closet) I stumbled upon a piece of paper with these very words that  D had copied down for me.

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


Painting from here