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Tell X that speech is not dirty silence Clarified. It is silence made still dirtier.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice
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A change of style is a change of meaning.
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Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
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It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea.
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I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
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The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.
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