Explore "Of the Surface of Things" by Wallace Stevens on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I: In 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.
II: From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, / Reading where I have written, / "The spring is like a belle undressing."
III: The gold tree is blue. / The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. / The moon is in the folds of the cloak.