Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Perhaps The truth depends on by Wallace Stevens

The truth depends on a walk around a lake,
A composing as the body tires,
a stop To see hepatica, a stop to watch
A definition growing certain and
A wait within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence.
Wallace Stevens

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