Under the eglantine
The fretful concubine
Said, “Phooey! Phoo!”
She whispered, “Pfui!”
The demi-monde
On the mezzanine
Said, “Phooey!” too,
And a “Hey-de-i-do!”
The bee may have all sweet
For his honey-hive-o,
From the eglantine-o.
And the chandeliers are neat . . .
But their mignon, marblish glare!
We are cold, the parrots cried,
In a place so debonair.
The Johannisberger, Hans.
I love the metal grapes,
The rusty, battered shapes
Of the pears and of the cheese
And the window’s lemon light,
The very will of the nerves,
The crack across the pane,
The dirt along the sill.
I am busy working to bring Wallace Stevens's "Anything is Beautiful if You Say it Is" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Wallace Stevens's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Anything is Beautiful if You Say it Is" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.