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The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

The book includes a curated selection of poems, offering readers a glimpse into the author's creative expression. Additionally, it features a play, providing a more immersive theatrical experience. more

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Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens was an American poet known for his unique modernist style and philosophical reflections. His poetry often explores the connection between abstract concepts and everyday life, and is considered one of the most influential poets of the 20th century. more

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