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OF MERE BEING

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

A gold feathered bird
Sings in the palm,without human meaning,
Without human feeling,a foreign song.

You know then it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings.It’s feathers shine.

The palmstands on the edge of space,
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down._
Wallace Stevens,as printed in OPUS POST HUMOUS( New York:Alfred A.Knopf;1957)

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