Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They made through it the wade a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.
~Wallace Stevens, Poet (1879-1955)
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Thursday, February 26, 2015
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