Poem by Wallace Stevens

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 Man on the Dump
2. To the Roaring Wind
3. The Revolutionists Stop for Orangeade
4. It Must Give Pleasure
5. Study of Two Pears

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