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 One of Fictive Music
2. Nomad Exquisite
3. Le Monocle de Mon Oncle
4. The Plain Sense of Things
5. Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself

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