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The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly.

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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind.
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I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
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In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.
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If ever the search for a tranquil belief should end, The future might stop emerging out of the past, Out of what is full of us yet the search And the future emerging out of us seem to be one.
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It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea.
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After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
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