Indian River

By Wallace Stevens 1879–1955 Wallace Stevens

The trade-wind jingles the rings in the nets around the racks

by the docks on Indian River.

It is the same jingle of the water among roots under the

banks of the palmettoes.

It is the same jingle of the red-bird breasting the orange-trees

out of the cedars.

Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor

on the nunnery beaches.

Source: Soil (1917)