Tattoo

Wallace Stevens

The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there—
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.

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• Wallace Stevens : Tea At The Palaz Of Hoon
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• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 01 - The World Without Imagination
• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 02 - Concerning The Thunderstorms Of Yucatan
• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 03 - Approaching Carolina
• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 04 - The Idea Of A Colony
• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 05 - A Nice Shady Home
• Wallace Stevens : The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls
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