Wallace Stevens "As at a Theatre"
Another sunlight might make another world,
Green, more or less, in green and blue in blue.
Like taste distasting the first fruit of the vine,
Like an eye too young to grapple its primitive,
Like the artifice of a new reality,
Like the chromatic calendar of time to come.It might be the candle of…
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