Wallace Stevens:

Tea

when the elephant's-ear in the park
shrivelled in frost
and the leaves on the paths
ran like rats
your lamp-light fell
on shining pillows
of sea-shades and sky-shades
like umbrellas in Java


Gullbinal

that strange flower, the sun,
is just what you say.
have it your way.

the world is ugly,
and the people are sad.

that tuft of jungle feathers,
that animal eye,
is just what you say.

that savage of fire,
that seed,
have it your way.

the world is ugly,
and the people are sad.