“It comes about that the drifiting of these curtains
Is full of long motions: as the poderous
Deflations of distance: or as clouds
Inseperable from their afternoons;
Or the changing of light, the dropping
Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude
Of night, in which all motion
Is beyond us, as the firmament,
Up-rising and down-falling, bares
The last largeness, bold to see.
The Curtains In The House Of The Metaphysician
Wallace Stevens
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Poem topics: light, night, silence, sleep, solitude, wide, long, bold, distance, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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