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Wallace Stevens
Tere,
This poem reminded me of some of yours. From, "The Idea Of Order In Key West"
"It was her voice that made
The sky acutist at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the singular artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song. For she was maker. Then we
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang, and singing made."
Chris
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Aug/11/2010, 11:35 am
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Re: Wallace Stevens
Thanks, Chris. You are the second person in maybe as many years who has said a Stevens poem has brought mine to mind. Not sure what to make of the comparison. He has not been a main influence. I've only read enough of him to get the register of his range. I can say I wish I had made this particular poem.
Tere
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Aug/11/2010, 6:38 pm
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