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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

by Wallace Stevens, Tea at the Palaz of Hoon, 1923.


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