I know how furiously your heart is beating.
Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems; from 'Gray Room'

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I know how furiously your heart is beating.
Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems; from 'Gray Room'
Gray room - Anniina Vainionpää , 2017.
Finnish, b. 1979-
Woodcut and monotype, 150 x 97 cm.
Although you sit in a room that is gray, ... What is all this? I know how furiously your heart is beating.
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.
Wallace Stevens, "Gray Room," from Collected Poetry and Prose
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Have I still got you to be my open door? Have I still got you to be my sandy shore? Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm? Have I still got you to keep me warm?
“GRAY ROOM”
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. -Wallace Stevens
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