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. Earthy Anecdotes
2. To the Roaring Wind
3. Peter Quince at the Clavier
4. The River of Rivers in Connecticut
5. The Idea of Order at Key West

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