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By Wallace Stevens Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper Date: 2016 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2016.06.08.07.03.2200]] |
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Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the selfsame sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. |