Poem by Wallace Stevens

Tattoo

The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.

1. Bantams in Pine-Woods
2. To the One of Fictive Music
3. Nomad Exquisite
4. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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