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Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose

This volume brings together a diverse range of literary pieces, including poems, plays, and prose, created by an author whose works were published after their death. 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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