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Stevens’s poem begins with a description of a woman’s casual, secular “Sunday morning” routine. The first verbs—“mingles” and “dissipate”—occur in the fourth line. What is the effect gained by delaying verbs, and choosing these verbs, to the opening stanza?
‘Sunday Morning’ by Wallace Stevens discusses the nature of the afterlife and the role of God and nature in the creation of paradise. The poem begins with the speaker describing a woman spending her Sunday morning sitting outside rather than going to church.
Wallace Stevens's "Sunday Morning" offers an extended reflection on nature, religion, and the search for meaning in everyday life. Even as the poem recognizes the human desire for spiritual fulfillment, it rejects the Christian focus on a distant God and a paradisiacal afterlife and instead calls on readers to recognize the "divinity" that ...
‘Sunday Morning’ is one of Wallace Stevens’s most celebrated poems. It first appeared in 1915 in the magazine Poetry, although the fuller version was only published in Stevens’s landmark collection Harmonium in 1923.
Wallace Stevens’s “Sunday Morning” (1915) is a lofty poetic meditation—almost a philosophical discourse—rooted in a few basic questions: what happens to us when we die? Can we believe seriously in an afterlife?
Sunday Morning" is a poem from Wallace Stevens' first book of poetry, Harmonium. Published in part in the November 1915 issue of Poetry, then in full in 1923 in Harmonium, it is now in the public domain.
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn. Their boisterous devotion to the sun, Not as a god, but as a god might be, Naked among them, like a savage source. Their chant shall be a chant of paradise, Out of their blood, returning to the sky; And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,
Stevens relates the metaphysical reflections of a woman who is skipping church. While relaxing over a cup of coffee on a sunny Sunday morning, she entertains the blasphemous idea that a world...
Dive deep into Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning with extended analysis, commentary, and discussion
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the dark. Encroachment of that old catastrophe, As a calm darkens among water-lights. The pungent oranges and bright, green wings. Seem things in some procession of the dead, Winding across wide water, without sound.
