Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

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The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.

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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