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''The dress of a woman of Lhasa,
In its place,
Is an invisible element of that place
Made visible.''
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Anecdote of Men by the Thousand."
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Go on, high ship, since now, upon the shore,
The snake has left its skin upon the floor.
Key West sank downward under massive clouds
And silvers and greens spread over the sea. The moon...
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Farewell to Florida."
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''The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow. . . .''
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself (l. 7-8). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibb...
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Cotton Mather died when I was a boy. The books
He read, all day, all night and all the nights,
Had got him nowhere. There was always the doubt,
That made him preach the louder, long for...
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Blue Buildings in the Summer Air."
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The rich earth, of its own self made rich,
Fertile of its own leaves and days and wars,
Of its brown wheat rapturous in the wind,
The nature of its women in the air,
The stern voic...
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Things of August."
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''I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.''
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Anecdote of the Jar (l. 1-4). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directio...
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''We say God and the imagination are one . . .
How high that highest candle lights the dark.''
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour."
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That scrawny cry—it was
A chorister whose C preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,
Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new k...
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself (l. 13-18). . .
Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGi...
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''The sun, that brave man,
Comes through boughs that lie in wait,
That brave man.
Green and gloomy eyes
In dark forms of the grass
Run away.''
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Brave Man."
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When was it that the particles became
The whole man, that tempers and beliefs became
Temper and belief and that differences lost
Difference and were one? It had to be
In the presen...
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Things of August."
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