Of the Surface of Things
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Wallace Stevens
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I In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. II From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, "The spring is like a belle undressing." III The gold tree is blue, The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. The moon is in the folds of the cloak.
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