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“The soul, o ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind. A bronze rain from the sun descending marks The death of summer, which that time endures”

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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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