My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the h… - Wallace Stevens

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My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. Then beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew.

Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens (2 October 1879 – 2 August 1955) was an American modernist poet and businessman.

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Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere. The earth, for us, is flat and bare. There are no shadows.

Let wise men piece the world together with wisdom Or poets with holy magic. Hey-di-ho.

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