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. The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches
2. Nomad Exquisite
3. Of the Surface of Things
4. To the Roaring Wind
5. Disillusionment of Ten O’clock

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