Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

Valley Candle

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

1. To the Roaring Wind
2. Gray Room
3. The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches
4. The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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