After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.
the Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (ed. 1964)
After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.
the Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (ed. 1964)