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Wallace Stevens

He was a shell of dark blue glass, or ice,
Or air collected in a deep essay,
Or light embodied, or almost, a flash
On more than muscular shoulders, arms and chest,
Blue’s last transparence as it turned to black.

— Wallace Stevens, from “Chicorua to Its Neighbor,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage, 1990)

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