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I am the angel of reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
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I like my philosophy smothered in beauty and not the opposite.
Wallace Stevens
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Is it he or is it I that experience this?
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Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end.
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The first idea is an imagined thing.
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Poetry is the subject of the poem, From this the poem issues and To this returns. Between the two, Between issue and return, there is An absence in reality, Things as they are. Or so we say. But are these separate?
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The boots of the men clump On the boards of the bridge. The first white wall of the village Rises through fruit-trees. Of what was it I was thinking? So the meaning escapes.
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One thing remaining, infallible, would be Enough.
Wallace Stevens
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A breath upon her hand Muted the night. She turned - A cymbal crashed, Amid roaring horns.
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This is old song That will not declare itself...
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What is there in life except one's ideas. Good air, good friend, what is there in life? Is it ideas that I believe?
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A few things for themselves, Florida, venereal soil, Disclose to the lover.
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The dress of a woman of Lhassa, in its place is an invisible element of that place made visible.
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Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a village.
Wallace Stevens