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After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession.
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The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.
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