I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange. - Wallace Stevens

Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

He is and may be but oh! He is, he is, This foundling of the infected past, so bright, So moving in the manner of his hand. Yet look not at his colored eyes. Give him No names. Dismiss him from your images. The hot of him is purest in the heart.

I am the spouse. She took her necklace off And laid it in the sand. As I am, I am The spouse. She opened her stone-studded belt.<p> I am the spouse, divested of bright gold, The spouse beyond emerald or amethyst, Beyond the burning body that I bear. <p>I am the woman stripped more nakedly Than nakedness, standing before an inflexible Order, saying I am the contemplated spouse.