The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon—
The obscure moon lighting an obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be.
Wallace Stevens
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be.
Wallace Stevens
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