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I'm glad you dropped in. Won't you stay for Tea?

   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.












A poem by Wallace Stevens. It's from Harmonium, which is one of my projects here. I have also contributed to many commentaries on individual poems.