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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Wallace StevensTimeline (1879 - 1955) |
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Not Ideas About the Thing but the Thing Itself
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At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird's cry, at daylight or before, In the early March wind. The sun was rising at six, No longer a battered panache above snow. . . . It would have been outside. It was not from the vast ventriloquism Of sleep's faded papier-mache. . . . The sun was coming from outside. That scrawny cry -- it was A chorister whose C preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality.
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