The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Wallace Stevens's poem Disillusionment Of Ten O’clock


  1. Hillary says:

    Why must the poem have meaning?
    It is a poem of random nonsense.
    I discussed this with my peotry teacher and we both agreed it is just a random poem.
    Poems do not always have to have some deep meaning. They can just be for fun. They can be read and written just for fun.
    Why must we disect everything?

  2. Carolyn says:

    Okay, here is what I get:
    Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock –
    What excitment, what dreams we expect of the night may not exist.

    The houses are haunted by white night-gowns. Was there a time when no white night gowns were worn?
    Not just the speaker’s house, but houses of people in general face a dull, unfulfilled existence lacking excitement, romance and dreams.
    We look forward to the evening which is probably ten o’clock for rest from a busy or weary day. Perhaps filled with romance, rest, rejuvenation, excitement..there just isn’t any. Has the mystery of the romance faded to nothing? Not even blue with yellow rings or yellow with green rings?
    Not even enhanced by lace and sashes.
    Red weather at night promises happiness and joy. But only an occasional binge and a drunkard can catch tigers, which insinuates an excursion or adventure. Yet he sleeps in his boots, there is no rest at all

  3. Ci Ci says:

    “In read weather” refers to the sailor.

    “red at night
    sailor’s delight
    red in hte morning
    sailor’s warning”

  4. Cheree wax says:

    to appreciate the simplest of things, weather/color/peace of mind

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