This one's all about imagination, folks, so of course it's in free verse. What would a poem about creativity and freedom be if it were written in neat little metrical lines. Meter, for Stevens, just might be the poetic equivalent of white nightgowns. At least, in this poem.
Still, this poem is not without its formal charms. Stevens could play with sound like nobody's business, so head on over to our "Sound Check" section for more on his rocking sonics and rollicking rhymes.