Although you sit in a room that is gray, <br />Except for the silver <br />Of the straw-paper, <br />And pick <br />At your pale white gown; <br />Or lift one of the green beads <br />Of your necklace, <br />To let it fall; <br />Or gaze at your green fan <br />Printed with the red branches of a red willow; <br />Or, with one finger, <br />Move the leaf in the bowl-- <br />The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia <br />Beside you... <br />What is all this? <br />I know how furiously your heart is beating.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-room/
