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Wallace Stevens: As if evening found us young, still young


Martial Cadenza


Only this evening I saw again low in the sky
the evening star, at the beginning of winter, the star
that in spring will crown every western horizon, if it came back, as if life came back,
not in a later son, a different daughter, another place,
but as if evening found us young, still young,
still walking in a present of our own....

        --Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)


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