The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze decor…
The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
- Wallace Stevens, “Of Mere Being”

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor…

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

- Wallace Stevens, “Of Mere Being”

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