I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos The blackbird whistling Or just after. - Wallace Stevens

Of the Surface of Things

In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
Hills and a cloud.

Rationalists, wearing square hats,
Think, in square rooms,
Looking at the floor,
Looking at the ceiling.
They confine themselves
To right-angled triangles.
If they tried rhomboids,
Cones, waving lines, ellipses — As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon — Rationalists would wear sombreros.

A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.