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Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
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It is time that beats in the breast and it is time That batters against the mind, silent and proud, The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.
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Tell X that speech is not dirty silence Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
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