in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination. - Wallace Stevens

They will get it straight one day at the Sorbonne. We shall return at twilight from the lecture Pleased that the irrational is rational,<p>Until flicked by feeling, in a gildered street, I call you by name, my green, my fluent mundo.

There are men of the East, he said, who are the East. There are men of a province who are that province. There are men of a valley who are that valley.

He might take habit, whether from wave or phrase, Or power of the wave, or deepened speech, Or a leaner being, moving in on him, Of greater aptitude and apprehension, As if the waves at last were never broken, As if the language suddenly, with ease, Said things it had laboriously spoken.