Wallace Stevens

"The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound."

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Source: Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.319, Vintage

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Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

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Wallace Stevens was an American poet known for his complex explorations of imagination and reality, particularly in works like 'Harmonium.'

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