"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

30 April 2016

Converged.

van Gogh,  Wheat Field with a Lark (detail), 1887


VALLEY CANDLE

My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
Then beams of the huge night
Converged upon its image,
Until the wind blew.

Wallace Stevens

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