There is no wing like meaning - Wallace Stevens

Red-in-red repetitions never going Away,a little rusty, a little rouged, A little roughened and ruder, a crown<p>The eye could not escape, a red renown Blowing itself upon the tedious ear.

The words they spoke were voices that she heard. She looked at them and saw them as they were And what she felt fought off the barest phrase.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.