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. Bantams in Pine-Woods
2. To the One of Fictive Music
3. Nomad Exquisite
4. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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