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| World Words by Wallace Stevens This cloudy world By aid of land and sea Night and day, wind and quiet, Produces more nights, more days More clouds, more worlds The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry This cloudy world, this cloudy world He never supposed divine Things might not look divine, nor that if nothing Was divine then all things were, the world itself, And that if nothing was the truth, then all Things were the truth, the world itself was the truth. The world itself was the truth |
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