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The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.Wallace Stevens
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After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.Wallace Stevens
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A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.Wallace Stevens
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From oriole to crow, note the decline In music. Crow is realist. But, then, Oriole, also, may be realist.Wallace Stevens
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We say God and the imagination are one .. .How high that highest candle lights the dark.Wallace Stevens
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Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.Wallace Stevens