This will make widows wince. But fictive things Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince. - Wallace Stevens

A thing final in itself and, therefore, good: One of the vast repetitions final in Themselves and, therefore, good, the going round<p> And round and round, the merely going round, Until merely going round is a final good, The way wine comes at a table in a wood.

Then the sea and heaven rolled as one and from the two came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.

Beauty is momentary in the mind — The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.

The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.