Category Archives: Hartford poems

Wallace Stevens on Hartford

Wallace Stevens watches the sunset over theĀ  city andĀ listens to the Hog River behind 61 Woodland Street

Of Hartford in a Purple Light
A long time you have been making the trip
From Havre to Hartford, Master Soleil,
Bringing the lights of Norway and all that.

A long time the ocean has come with you,
Shaking the water off, like a poodle,
That splatters incessant thousands of drops, Continue reading

Advertisements