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.
—Wallace Stevens, from “Of the Surface of Things” (via proustitute)
–Poetry, October 1919
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.
—Wallace Stevens, from “Of the Surface of Things” (via proustitute)
–Poetry, October 1919