Valley Candle

Wallace StevensWallace Stevens

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My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night
Converged upon its image,
Until the wind blew.
Wallace Stevens
About the poet

Wallace Stevens

1879 - 1955/Male/AmericanA Modernist poet whose meditative and philosophical poems' moods rotate between ecstasy, apathy, and reluctance between ecstasy and apathy. (wikipedia)

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