Poem by Wallace Stevens

Valley Candle

My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night
Converged upon its image,
Until the wind blew.

1. Bantams in Pine-Woods
2. To the One of Fictive Music
3. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man
4. Nomad Exquisite
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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