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Wallace Stevens

                                       Air is air. Its vacancy glitters round us everywhere. Its sounds are not angelic syllables But our unfashioned spirits realized More sharply in more furious selves. — Wallace Stevens, from “Evening Without Angels,” Selected Poems. (Knopf; Reprint edition February 8, 2011) Originally

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Czeslaw Milosz

Ars Poetica? I have always aspired to a more spacious form    that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose    and would let us understand each other without exposing    the author or reader to sublime agonies.    In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:    a thing… Continue reading Czeslaw Milosz

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