Sguardo di transito (Glancing through): A poem

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

A poem

A note. One of the poets i love most is Wallace Stevens. Alchemicana is a word i robbed to him, form Auroras of autumn. Everything will end in the vanishing of odours, of sounds, of the serching hand, of the eye that sees or thinks of... Everything will end in the crumbling of what has been... Sign in to see full entry.

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