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. The Plain Sense of Things
3. The Paltry Nude Starts on a Spring Voyage
4. The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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